Well that's it folks! I finally handed in my last piece of work for my degree. I find out in October how I did.
What a giant ball of stress that relieves. I will say now how much I enjoy not having to study in the evenings...and within a few years I will probably be working toward my masters or something... But whatever!

On another note youngest is now in school, so I am job hunting...during covid...when lots of people are out of work. No pressure. Ha!
Emotionally I am in a good place. Life ticks on and 'ain't no body got time for that' crying nonsense. Hopefully some of you get that reference.

I was washing dishes this morning when I realised today is 3 year BD marriage-death-versary. At least I think it is. I mean it is hard to tell. When do you officially count? The day I found the phone call and packed his $h!te in totes...the day sat and told me he didn't want to work on it with no emotions, or the day he slid down the kitchen counter like a wet mop saying he didn't have the energy. I dunno it was like 2 weeks of mental hell...but it was around three years ago so....yeah.
I can honestly say though that 3 years on, I can't even remember the last time I cried about it. I guess if I were to sit and really think about the whole thing, then I could get myself in those emotions and feel it. But on a day to day basis it is forgotten. Not mentally forgotten, but kinda emotionally forgotten if that makes sense.
But the odd thing is...the less I seem to give a $h!te....the more Beast seems to want to be.... closer?.... a better Dad? I dunno. I have noticed he takes the kids every weekend now, without needing help from his mom. And when he returned to work, he actually arranged to have the kids on his days off instead of using it as an excuse to not see them. I remember having to chase him up to stop by for a couple hours on the Wed to see them, now he randomly stops by with sweets for them...even though he will take them overnight the next day. He has even wanted to take them on a the school run, for the first time in any of their lives. So something is tick tocking in that brain of his at least with the kids.
On the other hand, he is doing his absolute best to get himself fired. Or maybe not get fired, but take the piss out of his work before he get's let go with all the other staff who get let go due to Covid cut backs. Technically they can't fire him for being ill, but when the managers call you 'Sick Note' it surely doesn't bode well for keeping a job when the axe is coming down. I was contemplating the other day and I suppose it is the last thing he has left from 'his old life'. Everything else has been lost or changed to some degree, only his job of 12 years remains. Maybe some part of him needs to get rid of that too...to see if that magically fixes this unhappiness he still seems to carry around with him. First it as me and the kids, then his mom, his lack of a car, then he needed his own house....now he just needs to get rid of this job. Then...then he will be happy. Right?! Right?!!!!

Meh.
I really hope they stop this quarantine lottery they got going on. I want to get back to my weekends away, but can't risk no 2 week isolation situation. It feels like all of life has been taken over by the Rona. It has definitely been a questionable year.
I hope you are all doing well. I am not sure who is still kicking about the boards on a daily basis. I know logging in after a few weeks there are so many backlogged stories that I can't possibly keep up. But I still think about a lot of you, and talk to a few of you on What's App.
Anyway, will come back in a while when I got something to say.

You know this is MLC when you have played emotional hot potato with a pair of crotch-less tights.