So I kept this one a little bit quiet, mainly because it was still touch and go right up to first thing this morning if it was going to go ahead or not. But I flew back to Dublin last night for the very last time. This morning I attended court, and after 5 minutes in court, I was divorced. That's it. All over and done with. And me and Batman even shared a joke in court over how useless his solicitor was and then left court and shuck hands.
I know, shocking. We parted on good terms. After all those years of battling it out, far too many court appearances and god only knows how much in legal fees, in the end it was the pair of us that sorted it all out with the help of small child. Naturally his solicitor tried to draw things out longer, actually made a couple of mistakes that I was only to happy to point out (one in the eye there I felt) and actually looked quite sad to be losing her best customer. Everything over our agreement about small child is now set down in a court order so there will be no wriggling out of it for Batman. So now, I hope and pray that I never see the inside of a court room again in my life.
I think it's too early for me to start sharing some wisdom on what this whole episode has taught me. I think over the past five years that I have been having this battle I have grown so much within myself, learnt far more about myself than I could ever have imagined and most importantly I have discovered that I have levels of strength and determination that five years ago I never thought I would have. I have also learnt a hell of a lot about the law, and once I get my thoughts together I will post about this as it has become something that has opened my eyes and I have seen things and discovered things that I probably would never have believed before I went through this whole process. But I'll save that post for another day.
For now I can breath a huge sigh of relief. Finally it is all over and it's time to move on with my life and start a whole new chapter. And what a chapter that could turn out to be. When I first started this blog it was all about my quest to, well, be a Yummy Mammy, find a half decent man, and all the stuff I got up to
in between. Then it all became about my on-going legal battles, so now it's time to go back to what I started doing in the first place. After all, I am a single (
ish) girl now and after marriage number one comes hubby number two!
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So in other news, I was away over the weekend and not really much to report. Toyboy remembered at the last minute that he was actually away for the weekend on a stag do, so I only saw him for a few hours on Thursday night. Actually it was really nice as he was back to being his old self. The longing looks and lots of conversation was back. I actually felt a bit lost then for the rest of the weekend without him about. OK so I missed him - a lot. I chatted quite a bit to one of his friends on Saturday. He seemed to think that everything would be fine once I move.
Well that's if I haven't stuffed it all up.
I've gone and gotten myself a stalker. Remember I mentioned a couple of times The Unsuitable One? Well he is now officially freaking me out. Actually he's more than freaking me out, it's getting very creepy. The last time I was home a male friend managed to really offend him by telling him to f**k off and leave me alone. OK so he was leering just a little bit too much. What me and male friend didn't then see was The Unsuitable One having an almighty tantrum. We didn't discover this until .......... I'll come back to that. So as I felt bad about it in my apologetic mode the next day I agreed to attend an event on Friday night. And I made sure I specifically said as friends. I thought it would be OK as Toyboy was also going and some of his friends that I know well. Phew I thought, there is my escape route. Do a good deed and kill two birds with one stone. But then Toyboy double booked and left me on my own to deal with The Unsuitable One, who decided to make out to others at this event that I was his date! NOTAFUCKINGCHANCE! In my pathetic attempt to let him down gently I sort of said something along the lines that me and Toyboy are actually quite serious and that I'm quite in love with him. Whoops. Which then prompted The Unsuitable One to tell me I'd broken his heart and then tell other people there that I was Toyboys girlfriend. Double whoops.
We went back to the local pub and thank the lord, the previous mentioned male friend was there, him and his mates came to my rescue, which prompted yet another tantrum from The Unsuitable One (nobody offended him this time though, it was just a tantrum). At which point the others informed me and male friend of the previous mentioned tantrum. I beat a few heads together with exclamations of why the fuck hadn't they told me earlier. One of the group told me that he thought it was all very weird and that he was actually getting very creepy now. I told them about what I'd said about Toyboy, I also told the bar man, who is a friend of Toyboy, all thought it was funny, but also that it was called for as The Unsuitable One needs to back off now before he becomes a full on stalker. Personally I was more concerned about Toyboy killing me for saying that to people, although now I have told other people and the reasons behind it, then he'd better be OK about it. I spent the rest of the weekend avoiding any form of conversation with The Unsuitable One, and then I got a really creepy bizarre text from him. I didn't reply. I am officially now freaked by him. At least other people have now said that they think it's creepy so I know that I have lots of male friends about to put the weirdo in his place if he starts again.
Toyboy may still kill me though. Well to combat that I will just have to make myself official girlfriend material as soon as possible.
Like I said, this new chapter may well be very interesting.
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So does anybody fancy being a guest poster on Yummy Mammy whilst I'm moving?
I sort of figure that I'm going to be very, indeed extremely busy over the next couple of weeks. But I also figure that there is going to be a whole lot happening. Oh forgot to mention, I'm having a coming home / divorce party the day after I move. Should be interesting. Anyway, sorry back to the topic in hand. So, do you fancy being a bit of a roving reporter? I thought it might be interesting to have a few guest posts, so you can post whatever you like (naturally within reason, sorry I can't allow dwarf porn) and also do bits of updates about what I am up to (this bit will actually involve tracking me down and asking what the hell I am doing). I'm hoping that at least someone can take this on from next week onwards (hopefully a few of you will fancy doing it) and I'm reckoning that I will be off planet blogging for about two weeks, depending on when I get moved into my new house, get it online and actually sit down to post. So in realistic Yummy Mammy years, it may be longer than two weeks. So if you fancy it, give me a shout.
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And last but not least. I couldn't let this pass, and as my regular readers will know, I'm a bit of a Boyzone fan, and so is small child. So I was shocked and actually quite upset to hear the news that Stephen Gately had sadly died. I had the pleasure of spending time in his company many years ago as he was an ex of someone I know. He was a lovely, sweet, kind man and it is so tragic that his life has been cut short at such a young age. Below is a photo I took of Stephen just a few months ago. It would seem that this year has been a year full of shocking and tragic celebrity deaths and should remind us all to live each day the very best we can. Life is not a dress rehearsal.
RIP Stephen Gately
