A Week On

So, it's been a week. Or 6 days. But, time has passed.

I don't feel so flacid anymore, i just feel slightly relieved that it's all over. That the unhappy times and the arguements and the ridiculous phone calls where we discussed nothing of consequence have stopped. Relieved that some kind of a decision has been made. And, in my heart of hearts, i think She will feel that too. It was pointless carrying on till christmas as, truely, we both knew what was going to happen. How it was all going to pan out. At least now, (if there is a positive in any of this slimy stew of emotions) we can both see each other at christmas..and hopefully still be friends.

It's always sad when things come to an end. I was looking at some pictures a few days ago and realised how long it was since we were both happy together. Those are the pictures i call the "happy times" because they were the good times, the times worth remembering and tresuring, not the arguements or the reasons why we split up. Watching "Gavin and Stacy" last night reminded me of the happy times, that there can still be happy times with other people, that She will have happy times with others too.

There was a sketch, last night. Gavin and Stacy were sitting on the beach front eating a try of chips.

Gavin; "last chip, here, you have it."
*Stacy takes chip, bites half off and gives Gavin the rest*
*Gavin bites all but the last bit of the chip and hands it back to Stacy*
*Stacy eats the last chip*

It's slightly cheesy but very sweet. And it made me smile.