First and foremost - this is going to be a simple, matter of fact kind of post.
For those wondering why I've been quiet here - I've been busy. I've been crying. I've been stressed to the max. I've been happy and have good days too.
First of all - I apologize I've been absolutely crap at updating this blog and making vlogs. My phone speaker is busted - but today I realized (over a year later) that I could just look like a dork and film with headphones or earphones for the sound to work properly. Duh.
So, my goal is to get back onto that.
Now, the D-word.
It's not pleasant - it's not a happy thing.
The PIC (Partner in Crime) and I are getting a divorce. I filed it this past week.
I'm sure you're wondering why - simply, we just fell apart and didn't love each other anymore. Of course there are a variety of little things - and funny enough, it's always the little things that mean the most and can impact the most as well.
He's still my PIC. He's my friend - one could even say he's a best friend (which I define by how comfortable I am with farting around someone to be honest!) .
He's a great father and I will even go further and say he's a great guy.
He's the better parent in terms of patience and the ability to think things through.
We are just too opposite. We want different things.
But the main thing we want is our kids to be happy and ourselves as well.
Our kids are the main priority currently and the transition of things has been noticed by the kids within the last few months.
First of all, this was not an easy decision. PIC and I had been together for 10 years (2016) before I decided I would be filing.
We had been through a lot - moving from one country to another, having separated temporarily for a couple of months prior to moving to Finland and so on.
It's something that I was going to write about a year ago, after careful consideration and thought for a few months last year. PIC requested I didn't say anything publicly until it was official.
While it takes 6-months to accept and be fully processed in Finland - I feel it's safe now to post this.
I do not want to glorify divorce. I don't have an opinion on those divorcing, fighting through to save their marriage or whatever their situation may be. Their situation is their own thing and for us - we are doing our thing.
We tried therapy several times, we tried to patch things up - but it all boiled down to the same things that set us apart and eventually we couldn't take it anymore.
Or I guess I couldn't - since I am the one filing.
I will not have a celebratory party like some people do - nor, will we do a divorce selfie (apparently this is the latest trend??).
Although, I totally get those that trash their dress when in the situation where they escaped a really negative and hurtful marriage!
We didn't tell many people about the divorce because we didn't want people to feel bad for us. We wanted to keep a strong, united front for the kids (and dogs) and also, financially - it was just smarter.
We continued to live together contently and our kids never noticed that Mommy and Daddy didn't hug or kiss. They're young and forgetful and it worked in our favour.
We still hung out and watched movies when the kids went to sleep. We still took the kids to places together - we just simply didn't wear our wedding bands and nobody said anything.
In all fairness, he rarely wore his anyway due to Crohn's affecting his weight and him not wanting to lose his ring.
When I started cooking school - I wasn't allowed wearing it during kitchen hours - so just left it at home.
But recently, things have changed and I moved out.
So I decided I would take advantage of all these students moving out nearby and rent a tiny student flat for the summer.
I tried to bring the dogs with me - while it had enough space - Milo couldn't handle it. I truly believe he had a panic attack of grand proportions and because I only will have this flat for now until August - it doesn't make sense to condition and teach him it's a safe space - only to start all over again in 2.5 months.
For me, moving to a tiny TINY flat - forces me to get rid of my crap. I had so many things in the bedroom that I was embarrassed.
I found gym clothes I didn't even know I had - and hadn't worn in years (or ever).
I dug out four 150L bags of garbage from the bedroom. I hadn't even gone under the bed yet!
That is sad.
For me, it is like hitting rock bottom with my second-hand shopping obsession and craft supplies etc.
So, I'm cleaning out this summer. That's my summer holidays with the kids.
I'm splitting a table at the second-hand shop and only posting stuff there I KNOW will sell!
So! How have the kids been handling it?
V-Man probably hasn't noticed much.
You see, I have been going to the gym at night time once the kids are settled in bed around 7-8pm anyway. So they never see me at night typically and now that I've moved out - I leave about the same time and come back for the dogs then drop them off before heading home again.
A-Man noticed that I had packed DVDs and was asking why I did it. I told him I was cleaning up.
Of course everything I packed didn't and couldn't come with me. But I wanted to plan for August, where I planned to move then anyhow.
Here's a conversation we had:
"Mommy why you have a new place?"
"Because Mommy and Daddy fight a lot and we are not happy. But we love you, M-Girl and V-Man and the doggies very much!"
"Well, I'm going to fight with Daddy!"
"No. Daddy is super nice and you need to be nice to Daddy and listen. No fighting."
"Well, if you get a new home - then we don't have a Mommy."
I then had to explain that he'll always have us as parents and that we aren't replacing anyone or anything like that.
We did try our best to not fight in front of the kids after our first major fight a year ago and A-Man boldly told us to go in different rooms on time out and then after we had to apologize and hug/kiss each other to say sorry.
Thankfully, we never fought much to begin with!
M-Girl has been a bit up and down with me having my own space - even though I'm a 15-minutes walk from door to door - but of course, being the youngest - she's a little confused.
So as it stands right now - we will continue to co-parent the best way we can and eventually when I can get a larger flat and preferably closer to V-Man's school so there's less stress about the taxi - then we can attempt some bi-weekly arrangement so we both get equal free-time.
And that's pretty much it!
It's been an interesting journey and writing this all out has been incredibly therapeutic for me.
So I thank you for reading and following and tolerating my poky self when it comes to posting here!