The secret diary of a single parent bloke
I’m bored. Just what is there to do when the kid’s are in bed? Normally, I’d be tidying the kitchen ’til late, but it’s not a mess any more, so I don’t need to. The rest of the house is still a mess, and it’s going to take a long time to sort out- possibly months, but I’m doing little bits of it here and there, rather than trying to tackle it in one go (which would be impossible). I’m astonished at how smoothly everything’s been going: all of the chore’s are done, the piles of washing are gone (I can see the bedroom carpet), vacuuming’s getting done, homework’s getting done…. in fact, life is so much easier without Kat than with her.
Although, the odd thing is that I feel quite lonely. Most evenings, I was in the kitchen whilst Kat was asleep on the sofa. When I’d finished in the kitchen, she would still be asleep. I might have well been alone for all the human contact I had of an evening. I suppose it’s different, knowing that someone’s there even though they may as well not be, to just being on your own. Mom’s been a Godsend- I’ve spoken to her on the phone every night, which is great considering how poor our relationship was before the split. She’s even dropped over “food parcels” (we’re really not starving, though). I’m pleased that everything’s good between us again, and our evening chats break up the loneliness.
But I am alone, and I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.