Moving Out !
We had packed the car up with all the necessary requirements for my son’s moving into halls of residence at university. I didn’t for a minute expect how this would impact on my life. Oh how I was looking forward to having the kids flown the nest and having time to do things as a couple that in the years of rearing children never seem to happen as their needs always seem to come first.We had decided we would get to the university and move all my son’s things into his room, go for lunch and do a supermarket stock up shop.
As the day wore on I became increasingly upset, trying desperately to hide my tears and distress.It hit me my baby was leaving home and I was inconsolable, I cried for a week. My son and I had a relationship in which we enjoyed one another’s company, had a laugh together , we had lots in common and would often gang up on his Dad to tease him about one thing or another.
And he had gone, the house felt empty, my husband had no idea as to how to comfort me, he couldn’t there was this massive void and he was unable to fill it.I threw myself into my work to fill this void, I was a sales representative, I worked longer hours, conferences which in the past I hated as I really didn’t like being away from home became another distraction and socialising with work colleagues.
I then reached a point where I questioned my marriage, there was nothing hugely wrong with it, he wasn’t a bad husband, but we had nothing in common anymore, we didn’t communicate and on this basis I decided to leave him. We had come to the end of the road. I found myself a little cottage, all neutral and minimalistic and it suited me fine. This rocked both my husband and sons world. My husband couldn’t comprehend why and my son felt his whole foundation had disappeared.
This was to be my home for 2 years. Christmas time was always a huge event in our family home and even though we lived apart, I would go to the family home and recreate Christmas’s of past as a family unit. Many people thought this very strange, but things like this made me realise over time, my husband and I hadn’t come to the end of the road, we had simply lost our way for a while.
Moving to my Holiday Home
My husband and I are back together and have been for 5 years now, it took a bit of settling back into but we’ve worked and continue to work on our relationship, and things are good. The thing that speaks volumes about the man I married is that he refers to our 2 year separation as “When you had your Holiday Home”.
This is a guest post by Sharon Egan who blogs at Life, Love & Laundry