Hard Times

This is a blog that I've been putting off for a while because the crappy bits of life are always the hardest to write about. MuleBoy and I are no more. The wedding is off and the arrangements are disassembled, with no small financial loss to my parents. I am now a single 27 year old woman living at my Mum and Dad's who can't drive and is in a job that she doesn't like very much. It doesn't feel like a hugely successful state of affairs. So I'm making plans and the very fact that these don't include MuleBoy is sad and unpleasant. I miss him very much as my best friend and my greatest comfort. I can't deny that the relationship wasn't perfect but I wish that we could have worked it out together rather than MuleBoy pulling the plug, which is what happened, in essence. For now we are taking apart our lives as MuleBoy is leaving the house that we shared at the end of the month, which will mean that we have to decide what belongs to who and find somewhere to put it all. It is still all very hard to believe.