Moving day

Estranged Husband* has made good on his plans to vacate Chez Melina by Thursday, and is busily packing up his rented van with only occasional help from me. I confess I've felt some slight sadness. Even though he was gone for over two years, the sight of many of our shared possessions going out the door brings it home that it's really, totally over.

For a little while, I forgot about the unhappiness and disagreements that led to the dissolution of the relationship. (Not that I stew about them; I got over it years ago.) But at least E.H. is viewing the situation with fortitude. I was afraid he'd be wandering around in a despondent mood, which would most probably proved contagious.

On another subject entirely, I am wondering what OOD* made of the essay I emailed to him yesterday. I finally found the Germaine Greer essay I'd been looking for - it had been stashed on an old external hard drive that is going with E.H., and while clearing off my files yesterday I'd happened upon it.

It's not like we had ever discussed our views on security - The Germ** tends to share my view that it doesn't really exist - but it's been a while. I just hope OOD doesn't view my sending the essay as a subtle advance notice of a brush-off, as it's not. Parts of the essay suggest that relationships between men and women are usually not a good idea, but this wasn't the reason I sent it to him. Instead, it was because I have always felt that the acceptance of a life without security gives one the freedom to enjoy what most others will sadly miss out upon.

Like really good sex.

* See Key to Characters at right.
** Occasional media nickname for Germaine Greer, especially when she's made herself more unpopular than usual. Such as being a rude guest on a UK talk show.