Returning from holiday was a mixed bag of feelings. On the one hand there is the whole thankful-to-be-home feeling. On the other is the wishing-we-were-still-away-from-it-all feeling.
I am definitely still wishing we were away from it all.
On Friday we finally got home after a trip which took more than ten hours thanks to traffic and diversions. Tired, hungry, worn-out but glad to be home. I was looking forward to catching Jubilee events unfold on the TV, having planned to spend the weekend at home and catching up on lots and lots of work I had been unable to do whilst away.
Saturday was spent preparing for Oliver’s birthday on Sunday. We didn’t have much planned but needed to get his gifts and cake so that was what we did. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. We ate dinner, got the kids ready and tucked into bed and sat and talked whilst the kittens played. Then we went to bed.
We woke up to find one of our kittens had died. We don’t know how or what happened. She just looked like she was sleeping. So Oliver’s birthday morning was spent telling the children that kitty had gone to heaven far, far too early than she should have. The children were devastated and our other cat was clearly confused and pining for her friend, not eating and running around the house meowing for her pal.
Monday wasn’t much better. It was the day a person finally unleashed twenty odd years of hatred and bad feeling they’d been keeping in about me. Not to me but about me. Loudly and clearly enough for me to hear and also, more hurtfully even, loudly and clearly enough for my children to hear. In a way it is a relief that the ongoing comments and “jokes” (term used loosely) at my expense have finally been proven as being made out of dislike rather than the (thinly veiled) humour they’ve been made as for so long, and it is also a relief that I will no longer have to endure them.
Whilst it wasn’t a shock that the truth has finally outed I am reeling from it badly – more than I expected I would. And many things will now change and have already changed because of it. And worse, the trigger for this tirade was on a subject I pointedly refused to participate in, leaving Mike to handle and make the decisions on himself, which goes to show what a ticking time-bomb this pent-up vitriol has been – needing one excuse – any excuse – to finally blow.
Yes, the Jubilee weekend is certain to be held in our memories for a long time. Unfortunately for all the wrong reasons.