The last person I ever imagined myself, drinking the bottle of champagne, that's been lingering in my fridge, would definitely have to be my X husband.
Obviously nothing has changed, cause after two sips of bubbly he was more than half way there already...
The reason for this unusual occurrence was due to him having to collect his last remainings from my house (our old house), which I might add, I was more than happy to get rid of. Most of the possessions he took, not even Cash converters would take, if you paid them. Quite frankly, he could never be a pirate. As the saying goes “All that glitters is not gold”. I think this has always been a problem between us, his lack of taste.
Nevertheless, my house is now free from white linen that has been mixed with red linen – therefore stained (my bad),
about 50 files containing doctors notes along with expired medicines (holistic lavender drops) which he bought piles of, but never used, cello tape, a cutting board (10 x 10), a cup (yes, I now have one less in my set), a stapler, a toilet roll, two towels, two tins of Koo beans (which has been in the pantry since we started dating), a condom, about 10 cellphone chargers as he lost about 10 phones, the fridge that cant freeze, the broken toaster and an empty box which he thought contained a punch bowl, which eventually became apparent to him, that the box indeed was empty.
He also did insist on taking out the sage in my herb garden as he claimed to have planted it, but I think the champagne kicked in roundabout this time, which made him notice his cooler box which has been standing outside since we last went camping – 2 years ago.
I cant really say that I scored anything as all our furniture was donated to us by my parents. The only things we actually bought together was our bed and a washing machine. The washing machine can wash 5 baby grows and 7 panties at a time, so in retrospect is wasn't the best buy. I do however blame the sales guy who sold it to us at GAME.
In any case, as much as the experience was daunting, and having him in my space again was even more terrifying, all in all, I think after nearly 10 months of Cape Flats wars, we got along pretty well. I even think the word civilised would be in order here. I realised that maybe underneath all those smelly, eye burning onion layers there might actually be a person I could greet again with sincerity. - After all, he is the father of my child - Still respect is something one earns, and perhaps in due time it can be mended.
Then again, to pick up broken fragments and try to glue them together, never takes away the cracks. Perhaps just leave it as it is and remember it for what it was.
As the saying goes - “When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn't a sign that they dont understand one another, but rather a sign that they have at last, begun to.
So hereby, I finally cling my glass, in the air. Cheers!! Who needs spring cleaning when all you can do is get a divorce?
