I have been saying for a long time that I would write about where things are at with me and Eric. I know I am not obliged to share any of the details at all but am happy to as it is part of how this story began – with our unusual relationship. I have mainly held back as things have felt really volatile so I didn’t really know where things were heading myself, although in my heart I think I really did know what was happening; I just had to accept it.
Anyway, here is the update on that.
We had that conversation yesterday. You know the one. The civil one that is the death knell to any relationship. Continue reading
Eric came to live with me from when I was 36 weeks pregnant. The intention was to stay in the local area near my mum for the first 6 months and then all move north together. In my mind I hoped that this time living together would bring us closer and that we would just move in together once we moved north.
That didn’t happen. Continue reading
The pregnancy was simultaneously one of the best and most stressful times of my life.
Physically it was mostly a joy. I had some issues with my back between 28 and 32 weeks but other than that I felt great most of the time and I LOVED it. I loved my baby belly.
Mentally it was a bit more challenging. Continue reading
So here we were, two people who barely knew each other, who already had some animosity and trust issues between them, who lived 10 hours drive from each other, trying to have a baby.
It sounds fucking CRAZY. It is a bit crazy. We are both a wee bit crazy I think. You’d have to be to get here. Continue reading
So how did we make the transition from one night stand to deliberate co-parents?
In reality we were two people who didn’t even really click so how does something like that even get off the ground?
Well we did the usual swap numbers thing after our first sordid event and as I’d lost my mobile phone I ended up deciding to text him with a “thanks, great to meet you, let’s catch up” text. Continue reading
This story started back in June 2010. I’d just arrived back from a 3 week trip to Europe and was feeling pretty good. A bunch of us from work used to go out for Friday drinks and this week was no exception. I wasn’t particularly close to any of the girls, in fact some of them actually really annoyed me, but it was fun to do drinks and I was feeling social. I also hadn’t ever really managed to find many of what I would call “my people’ in Sydney so it wasn’t like the choices were infinite.
One of the girls had a friend of friend that wanted to come along as he was in town and looking for people to drink with that night. I remember wondering if I would be interested in him. For the purposes of this, let’s call him Eric. Continue reading