We moved.
We survived.
On October 15th it was exactly 8.5 years (oh and one month) that we were together. We used to do something special on the 15th in the earlier years. This month we made up for all the not-so-special 15th-s and moved into our own house. It was stressful at times, the weeks before and after. But we knew each other well enough to not get into useless fights.
DP still confuses left and right, is still in major To-Do-List mode but it is all good. If not all finished.
In the weekend we did after-move chores, only to get ready for the next big thing.
MIL turned 75 and wanted to celebrate with the entire family (of 11) in a hotel in the east of the country for a weekend. And a minor miracle happened: DP's oldest, 14 year old did join. It was the first time he would see me since a year ago, so the first time he would see Suzy. It was remarkably normal. With everyone arriving in various cars we met there, DP's youngest son doing the introduction: 'this is my little sister'.
(He dropped the half-sister thing a while back)
The oldest has always been fond of babies, and still was.
Not a word was uttered on what did and did not happen in the past. It is past anyway.
I'm much relieved, DP was happy to feel complete and his parents were the richest people on earth having all of us around.
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So glad for your little miracle!! I don't think is that little to be honest, and I can only imagine how hard it must have been specially for DP. Wohoo for moving into the new house too, I love love love the smell of new things.
ReplyDeleteHere the weather has been windy but not too bad or unusual for the end of October, we are safe for now!
Well done on the house move. It is so stressful but glad to know you've got there. And well done on the family blending efforts.
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