Laundry on My Mind

I am a little particular when it comes to laundry.

A few months before Craigley and I separated, I was doing laundry and was reminded of a poem by John Dunne - it is about the mingling of blood in a flea. When I first read that poem, I marvelled at how romantic that sounded from a certain perspective. It all came back to me as I was doing laundry. I realized that a lack of romance is the death of a marriage. I had been washing Craigley’s clothes separately from mine - I didn’t even want our clothes mingling together in the washer!

Since November 1^st, 2022, Hans and I have been renting an apartment. My biggest struggle has been with the laundry situation. We have to wash our clothes in the same machines used by 100+ residents. It has been a little over 3 months and I am just easing into this situation. I feel like there is a lesson to be learned - like the universe is getting me to examine my life.

If there indeed was a flea that sucked on Craigley’s blood and then mine, would I have killed it with a vengeance just because I wouldn’t want the mingling of our bloods? Perhaps not! I look at ASid and Hans, and I see the best of Craigley and me in them. I see the lives we have created together.

That’s a good reminder that laundry is not life, it is just a process to transform dirty clothes into clean ones. Sometimes there is a metaphor to be found. Other times, I am probably trying too hard!

An Apt Dream

On November 1^st, Hans and I moved into our new home. That night, the first night, I had a strange dream.

I was sitting on a chair. I suddenly got up, and there were 2 of me! The one who got up, looked at the one still sitting, and went and sat on her lap and gave her a hug ... like a child would!

I woke up and immediately typed up the above few words. What I would like to believe is that the sitting Momley is my past - that Momley who was somehow content just sitting and doing nothing about her life; whose life had become a bad habit. The standing Momley is my present - that Momley who is ready to move forward and quit bad habits. Perhaps this Momley wanted the sitting one to know that she did alright!

Hans and I are on our way. 

Support Systems

We all feel pain at some point in our lives. We all feel it differently.

Right now, I am in a lot of pain. I have family and friends trying to help me cope with it. Some of them have said to call them anytime, day or night, and that they are there for me. I am appreciative of all the kind words and gestures.

What I am finding is that I have been the most open about my pain with one individual more than others. I made her acquaintance through work about 6 months ago. What makes her easy to share with is the fact that she endured a separation not too long ago. Her then husband waited until their youngest was off to university before he served her with papers. She said that it was the most painful time of her life. But she survived. This individual has become a symbol of hope for me. She has also become a friend. When I speak with her, I know she understands.

As I am typing this, I received a message from her: “Good things to come!”

To that end, Craigley must loom large as the biggest villain in my life. He has decent qualities that must be ignored for the greater good of my feelings. The more positive I feel about this separation, the better I can cope with it and come to terms with it. One day, the boys will read this post. They will understand.

Maybe we will all be able to forgive each other someday … 

Meretricious

Back in June, Craigley's mother passed away. My parents wanted to pay their respects and so, Craigley, Hans and I decided to pick them up and go in one car.

The last time I saw my mother-in-law was at my father-in-law's funeral service in December 2021. Craigley saw his mother a couple of times, in the hospital, prior to her passing away! 

Craigley hadn't been on speaking terms with both his parents since 2011. Both the dearly departed also didn't attempt to make any contact with their 2 grandchildren - ASid and Hans. This is a family that takes silent treatments seriously.

Going back to June and the day at the funeral home for Craigley's mother's service ... 

It was a 2-hour service, and towards the end, Craigley told me that he was going to drop off his cousin. He took off before I could say anything. My parents were a little confused and wondered when he would be back to get us home! I ended up calling Craigley on his phone and luckily, he answered. He said it would take him an hour to drop his cousin and then, he would be able to swing by for us.

All of this could seem normal to some people, but to me this sounded insane. He left his child, his wife, and his in-laws to give a ride to a man who made the conscious decision to take public transportation to the funeral home. And to put things in perspective, this is the cousin who is supposedly the most successful cousin on Craigley’s mother’s side of the family. He is 2 years older than Craigley and retired when he was 47. That was almost a dozen years ago. This man also has no child, no wife and obviously, no in-laws. He is currently walking other people’s dogs for pittance. He doesn’t need the money and he definitely didn’t need the ride from Craigley.

I called an Uber and got my parents to their home and that is where I waited for Craigley to pick up Hans and me.

My parents were baffled by this behaviour. They realized that they don’t quite know their son-in-law. A few weeks later, earlier this month, their son-in-law sent their daughter a note from his lawyer seeking immediate separation! My parents realized that they didn’t quite know anything about my marriage. The last few days have been strange and never-ending. ASid is perhaps handling it the best. Hans is a bit of a mess. He doesn’t understand how a parent would schedule a separation a few days before his child started high school. That, in itself, is a huge transition. But then, is there a good time to end a marriage?

Craigley and I have been married 22 years. It is hard to imagine not being married and to not have the life I am accustomed to living. And yet, I managed to find a place to rent for Hans and me within days of receiving the letter. I want the boy to be able to go to school with his friends even if he can’t come home to both his parents. I am trying to clean up our home so we could sell and go our separate ways. It is all happening too fast, and it is hard to breathe at times. I keep wondering if I should perhaps save my marriage. Today, ASid provided clarity. We both discovered the word “meretricious” on a show we are watching together. ASid looked at me and said that his dad is meretricious, and he wanted me to know that the separation is the best thing that could happen to me.

Meretricious, according to the online dictionary that popped up when I Googled, means someone who is “apparently attractive but having in reality no value or integrity”. I have been living with a shiny bauble. Time to move on!

Milky Tea and Mac ‘n’ Cheese

Recently, Hans told me that I make the best mac ‘n’ cheese. I should have been thrilled about it; but alas, I wasn’t! The reason is that that’s all I have made for him in the last 2 years … in terms of cooking! And it wasn’t even from scratch - I must share credit with PC white cheddar mac ‘n’ cheese boxes. My contribution is some broccoli or sautéed mushrooms, and extra cheese of the gourmet kind!

Now, ASid is back for a few days. (Note: If anyone is wondering where he has been, they must read till the bottom of this post.) So, what does ASid want Momley to make for him? Milky tea! Instead of soaking a tea bag in a cup of hot water, I soak it in a cup of hot milk and then, add a bit of sugar to it. Apparently, this is what ASid believes I can do for him. He can probably do it for himself; but he makes me feel special when he makes this request.

Then, there is their maternal grandmother. She can whip up a 3-course meal within an hour. I enjoy eating everything my mom makes. I cannot narrow it down to one dish. My children, on the other hand, have successfully managed to do just that!

Following are 2 posts from the last month - the first one is from the day of the Rogers nationwide outage and the second is from a day where nothing significant happened.

Captain’s Log

There were days I wanted to document my thoughts and never got it. It felt so important at that time. Now, I am not sure what it was that I wanted to preserve for posterity?!

Today, I could be doing a lot of things. Most importantly, submitting some assignments for my online course. Unfortunately, the Internet service is down at my home and other homes. There is also no access to TV and other streaming services. Strangely, I am not motivated to write at all; however, I feel like I should try. Maybe this is also an opportunity to read a book.

My life the last 10 months was busy with another contract. This particular contract got me 9.9 paid personal days. I only used .5 so I could be on time for Hans’ Grade 8 graduation. Yes, the boy is off to high school. His brother is moving along quite nicely as well. ASid has completed the 3^rd year of his undergraduate degree and currently in Vancouver doing a 3-month summer internship with an internationally renowned company. I couldn’t be prouder of the 2 boys.

Secret Friendships

Since the last 3 years and a bit, I have been busy with my career. In that time, Hans transitioned from Public School to Middle School and ASid from High School to University. Within that time, I got to attend 3 graduation ceremonies - ASid’s Grade 12, Hans’ Grade 5, and Hans’ Grade 8. With the first 2 ceremonies, I knew how my children got there and I knew their friends and the friends’ parents. With the most recent graduation, I felt a little bit like a stranger. I used to know everything about my boys and suddenly, it is like I have been cut off from their lives.

Hans seems to be revelling in his “independence”. He has deliberately kept his friends a secret from me. It is not like he doesn’t talk about them - he talks about them like I talk about my friends on this blog, with a certain sense of anonymity.

The Wide Perspective

On May Two-Four, my all-time favourite TV series came to an end. In the penultimate episode, one of the characters had the following to say:

If you step back and look at the whole picture, if you're brave enough to allow yourself the gift of a really wide perspective, if you do that, you'll see that the end is not sad. It's just the start of the next incredibly beautiful thing.

I believe I have always had the gift of a wide perspective. Recently, I wrote the following to the Eternal Boy:

My "romantic" relationships have been unfortunate ... No regrets and no complaints!

Each of my relationships, romantic or otherwise, have taught me about who I am and what I want.

The definitive conclusion is that I haven't been loved the way I deserve to be loved. That makes me sad. Not regretting … not complaining … just stating a simple fact!

I want the boys to understand that it is alright to accept the way things are if they can “live with it”! However, it is never too late to pursue happiness and change the course of their lives.

The tiniest load of laundry

In 3 days, it would be 10 years since I created this blogger account. I haven’t been as active lately. However, this is the first time in a long time that I actually felt like typing my thoughts.

Most people in my life know that Craigley and I are 2 very different individuals. We don’t see eye to eye on almost everything, and so it is a miracle that we have been married for 21 years (and counting).

For better or for worse, it is what it is!

One of the disagreements we have is about the type of mask that Hans should wear to school. I am a proponent of disposable masks and Craigley would like everyone to wear reusable ones. We can all take a side and argue till the cows come home, or just let it go.

So let’s let it go!

Then what am I doing here? I just wanted to share a conversation from this morning. As Craigley and Hans left for Hockey, Hans asked me for a disposable mask. At which point, Craigley made fun of the fact that Hans didn’t wash his reusable mask the night before. At which point, I wanted to make fun of Craigley about the fact that the only load of laundry he has done in over 20 years consistently has been soaking his reusable mask in a tiny plastic toy pail and hanging it to dry couple of times a week.

It is duly noted that the above paragraph ended in a run on sentence.

Craigley is an individual who works from home and rarely needs to use a mask. Hans walks to school, goes up and down flights of stairs and runs around at recess. His mask gets wet and he probably needs at least one change.

Some of us make convenient choices based on affordability and time. Some of us do 2-3 or more loads of laundry per week. Some of us take pride in washing a mask as required and hold it up as a standard.

Live and let live.