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What a way to end a vacation.
Took my daughter to my parents holiday home, we all had a fabulous time with far too much food and fun. My husband even got to spend the last few days with us - almost the first time I've seen him in five weeks as he's been off working around the country (and staying in 5 star hotels but lets not go there, not jealous at all, nuh-huh...)
Anyway, we all came home on Thursday and planned to have a good friend (almost a sister; her mum died several years ago and she's my mum's 'second daughter') over to stay for the weekend along with her daughter, finishing with a huge family meal hosted by yours truly tomorrow.
Friend turned up last night with Big News. She is filing for divorce.
I can't say it's totally unexpected; her husband is a workaholic, hardly ever at home, and has worked abroad for the past 18 months - by choice. He had an affair 3 years ago with my friend's Best Friend. Well, ex-BF now of course. He has now informed her that when he comes home next month, he will be staying for 3 years then is leaving to go back to America and wants her to give up her job, wants their daughter to leave her school (then aged 17), wants to sell their house, and all to drop everything and go there to be with him. She has told him where to stick his nice idea.
After much wine and many tears, her and her daughter are both tucked up in bed in our house and I'm just - sick to my stomach. I saw it coming, but it still feels like I've been kicked. And tomorrow is our big family dinner. Woo hoo. That will be just so cheery. We still have to break the news to my parents.
I haven't had nearly enough Scotch yet to begin processing this. There is half a bottle calling my name right now.
Anyway, we all came home on Thursday and planned to have a good friend (almost a sister; her mum died several years ago and she's my mum's 'second daughter') over to stay for the weekend along with her daughter, finishing with a huge family meal hosted by yours truly tomorrow.
Friend turned up last night with Big News. She is filing for divorce.
I can't say it's totally unexpected; her husband is a workaholic, hardly ever at home, and has worked abroad for the past 18 months - by choice. He had an affair 3 years ago with my friend's Best Friend. Well, ex-BF now of course. He has now informed her that when he comes home next month, he will be staying for 3 years then is leaving to go back to America and wants her to give up her job, wants their daughter to leave her school (then aged 17), wants to sell their house, and all to drop everything and go there to be with him. She has told him where to stick his nice idea.
After much wine and many tears, her and her daughter are both tucked up in bed in our house and I'm just - sick to my stomach. I saw it coming, but it still feels like I've been kicked. And tomorrow is our big family dinner. Woo hoo. That will be just so cheery. We still have to break the news to my parents.
I haven't had nearly enough Scotch yet to begin processing this. There is half a bottle calling my name right now.