Prev Next

Day 581

Three more days... three more days...three more days....three more days....

Thursday afternoon I drop them off in Rouen to take a train home. Maybe there will be no space and I'll have to take a later train....

Three more days... three more days...three more days....three more days....

They see totally past me, as if I'm not there, except to drive them around (idiotic FormerPartner has a driver's license, but "forgot it" in Munich...), pay for groceries, and make food and clean up afterwards. I also paid for the house and car rental....

Three more days... three more days...three more days....three more days....

I'll say goodbye to them, and then I'll get on a plane, go back to my cozy home and try to forget them. If I'm lucky, I'll never see them again.

The only bright spots are the moments I spend with "the little one," who entertains me with all her songs, solitary play and funny remarks. She's not so cute when she's throwing a tantrum, but then again, she is only three years old.....

Three more days... three more days...three more days....three more days....

.... and I'll have a few more days to relax before starting daily radiation treatments for prostate cancer. As the time draws near, I'm getting a little nervous, but I'm prepared.

  • 67 Readers       0 Comments      

Show Comments (0)

You need to be registered or signed in to post a comment

Register

Welcome to Pencourage.

|

Dismiss Notification

Back To Top