Just a light spot of journaling (I hadn’t realised it had been a month). Anyway, following W and the girls coming out of self isolation, things have been, well, ok. As lockdown rules here in the UK allow people out to pass children between separated parents the girls have been going back and forth as normal. We’ve also had two or three meals together, as a family. W even agreed to come out for a walk and a picnic with me and the girls over the recent Bank Holiday weekend. Things were fine between us, and the girls loved it. I even had a couple of Sunday meals round at W’s (although the first one evolved me agreeing to help put up the hot tub first).
I note W is spending a lot of lockdown redecorating the house. A lot of the rooms I decorated are being done first. Not sure whether to read anything into that, but I try not to think about it. I just enjoy the moments we get to spend time together as a family. I think, or hope, it’s good for the girls. That said, D6 asked me recently- presumably on the back of the meals, etc, when I was moving home. I said I didn’t know. She then asked W (when W was dropping off some donuts) the same question. W told her - nicely- that we weren’t moving back together but we’re still friends and would still do stuff together. Poor D6 burst into tears. It must be really confusing for her (it’s still confusing for me tbh). We both gave her a hug as she sobbed, but I just wonder whether we’re just sending her mixed signals. I have to confess, it hurt me a bit when W said what she said, but I found that I got over it quite quickly, which I took as a positive at least.
Anyway, hope everyone on here is keeping safe, or staying alert, or whatever the latest message is.
Moon.