So, Charles left me this morning. He’s gone. For five weeks. Off to Melbourne to start his new job. I’m stuck here in London. By myself. I’m 33 weeks pregnant and my partner is not here with me. I’m kind of bummed. Can you tell?
We got up at 7am this morning and started the walk over to Paddington train station around 7:45am so Charles could catch a train to the airport at 8am. I knew that I was going to be sad, but I didn’t think I would cry. I’m not a big crier when it comes to our relationship. I guess that’s a good thing, right. It would kind of suck if I was crying all the time because of our relationship. Anyhow, I didn’t think I would cry, but during our final hug I could feel the tears starting to well up in the corners of my eyes. We said good bye and he walked away and that’s when the tears started to fall. I walked away slowly trying to keep myself under control. The only reason that I didn’t break into a full-on bawl-fest is because I was walking through a crowded train station during the morning rush hour and I kind of looked like a homeless person because I was wearing what looked like ratty pajama pants and my scruffy Uggs. I wanted to maintain at least a tiny bit of my dignity until I was out of the public eye. (sigh) (BIG sigh)
Did I make you feel sufficiently sorry for me? I’m pathetic, I know. I’m really not alone here in London. I have a super great group of friends who are all queuing up to help taking care of me and I really am very lucky. Very sad, but also very lucky.