It went well. I was sooo nervous but no need really. We did ‘stuff', snuggled on the sofa and watched CBeebies, stuck fluorescent stars on her bedroom ceiling (that was fab!! Really brilliant!!!), went shopping, did colouring in etc. etc. etc. etc. All ‘normal' stuff for a ‘normal' weekend.
Someone on this site gave me some advice a while ago. It was something like, don't try and make it ‘the best weekend ever' because you will set yourself up to fail. VERY GOOD ADVICE. Make it normal, and do normal things and then on Sunday, you too may receive a comment from your child along the lines of ‘I really enjoyed this weekend, daddy, it was just like being at home'.
There were a few sticky moments. Friday was fine because it was new and an adventure and M loved it all especially sticking the stars to her ceiling (I must remember to try and find somewhere to buy more). Saturday was good as it was still settling in time. I made sure we were doing stuff but not too busy. Sunday was more a time for M to do her own thing. She did colouring in in her bedroom, reading, her homework etc. etc. This was brilliant as it meant she was relaxed. Such a relief.
From my point of view, I was OK as well for most of the time. Friday night I was sooo exhausted what with the physical move and the emotional stress that I just crashed out about 30 minutes after M went to sleep. Slept the best I have in a long time, with the exception of a very bad stiff neck in the morning.
Saturday was a completely different story. I could not sleep at all, maybe 2 hours worth, at a push. I could not get the idea of X2B with another man out of my head. It was horrible. I watched film after film after film but still the thoughts were there. This was probably because we had to go back to X2B's house because M had forgotten something vital which we needed. When there, I noticed a pair of male slippers in X2B's bedroom.
Now this is not a surprise and I have no right to be angry about it. And in fact I am not angry.
But it doesn't stop the hurt of the actual fact that it has been done. I knew it was inevitable and I have to deal with it. But it still hurts.
X2B has her life now and should get on with it, the same for me.
X2B walked over to us on the Sunday afternoon and we chatted for a bit. She said she had a terrible Friday nioght, could not stopp sobbing and at one point had to go into the toilets of the restaurant she was at with J (her knew man) to howl with crying. Saturday she said she cried for most of the morning but then was OK in the afternoon when she and J were out and about. I am still a bit confused about this, I had expected her to be happy (see the blog post before this one). Oh well.
So all in all, a good weekend. I'm relieved. I enjoyed it as well which is great. The sense of relief is indescribable.