So last night wasn't so bad.
The first friend who I met was there with her boyfriend. He happens to be part of our circle of friends and I want to tell people within our circle that I'm closer to than him first. So I guess I wussed out there.
Then my other friend got there before the others left. So there was a period of about 45 minutes when I couldn't tell him.
He told me that he thought that the news I had was either that the wife was pregnant, or that we'd finished. He was excellent. I've felt let down by him a bit in the last 12 months or so, pulling out of nights out when I'm out waiting for him etc, but he really proved himself to be my best friend last night.
He listened and understood that he didn't know the whole story because he wasn't part of the marriage, but he dealt with the facts he was presented with and not with any judgments that he'd made. He asked me questions that needed asking. Questions I've probably been too scared to ask myself. He told me some home truths.
It was such a cleansing experience. It was the first time that I'd seen anyone outside of work since "the breakup". The bottle of Southern Comfort has been sat on my living room table since Friday and I've not even thought about touching it. I have no idea why either. I've been all on my own, no human contact for four days after the breakdown of my marriage, and I just look at the bottle and think "no thanks". I'm amazed at myself.
There's a plan to go out tonight with him. "When was the last time you got PROPERLY stoned?" he asked me last night.
So that's the plan.
The missus has been in Edinburgh all week (a trip planned before Sunday's events happened) and she says she might stay in the house tonight as it's centrally located to town and drinking places. I think I'll do well to be out when she gets here.
The first friend who I met was there with her boyfriend. He happens to be part of our circle of friends and I want to tell people within our circle that I'm closer to than him first. So I guess I wussed out there.
Then my other friend got there before the others left. So there was a period of about 45 minutes when I couldn't tell him.
He told me that he thought that the news I had was either that the wife was pregnant, or that we'd finished. He was excellent. I've felt let down by him a bit in the last 12 months or so, pulling out of nights out when I'm out waiting for him etc, but he really proved himself to be my best friend last night.
He listened and understood that he didn't know the whole story because he wasn't part of the marriage, but he dealt with the facts he was presented with and not with any judgments that he'd made. He asked me questions that needed asking. Questions I've probably been too scared to ask myself. He told me some home truths.
It was such a cleansing experience. It was the first time that I'd seen anyone outside of work since "the breakup". The bottle of Southern Comfort has been sat on my living room table since Friday and I've not even thought about touching it. I have no idea why either. I've been all on my own, no human contact for four days after the breakdown of my marriage, and I just look at the bottle and think "no thanks". I'm amazed at myself.
There's a plan to go out tonight with him. "When was the last time you got PROPERLY stoned?" he asked me last night.
So that's the plan.
The missus has been in Edinburgh all week (a trip planned before Sunday's events happened) and she says she might stay in the house tonight as it's centrally located to town and drinking places. I think I'll do well to be out when she gets here.
You just take care of yourself