A conversation over dinner with Sonny:
Sonny: “K is moving in with Papa.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Sonny: “She is not going to live in her house anymore.”
Me: “Do you know when she is moving in?”
Sonny: “In December…I think.”
I knew this day would come, but I wasn’t quite sure how I would feel about it when it did. I suppose I have just been burying my head in the sand, hoping it never would. Now that it has, I am less than happy. It is not that I am still in love with my ex, it’s just that I don’t like the thought of another woman enjoying the comforts of my old home (which I still own 50/50 with my ex), while I am forced to rent a small flat 10 kms down the road. Is that petty of me?
Most of you will be wondering how I have managed to get myself into this situation? Why haven’t I taken my ex to court and forced him to sell, to give me my half? I could, I suppose, but I am just not ready yet. I know that as soon as I take this route my relationship with my ex will turn sour (very sour) and Sonny will suffer as a result.
I think I have made the right decision, but it still doesn’t make it easy.