Was It Something I Said?

I was on the phone to The Antiquer a few weeks ago. I told him, "Grumpy's fallen in love with a dog." Even with silence The Antiquer can communicate confusion. I cleared things up for him: "An actual dog. This isn't my bitter way of telling you he's met someone else."

The Antiquer had some reason to be concerned. He knew what some of you don't: in April Grumpy told me that, while he was still rather fond of me, he found that he had no interest whatsover in being married to me anymore.

I was about to go on my first prac, I was drowning in assignments, I was feeling the pinch: I thought his timing was a little off.

But I soon got over that.

Anyway, Grumpy moved out a few weeks ago to mind a house and a sweet little dog called Lucy. There was an instant rapport between man and fuzzbomb. It was sickening. I chose not to tell the cats about this unpleasant development.

I don't really know what else to say about this right now. We've had our ups and downs over the past few months but it's all been more or less amicable and will, hopefully, continue to be so. Not living together has done wonders for how well we get along! Grumpy has given me a couple of reasons for wanting the split but it seems that what it all boils down to is that after nearly fifteen years together we've run out of puff and the thrill is gone, etc etc.

I just knew I should have lit more candles with dinner.