petite anglaise

May 20, 2005


Filed under: parting ways — petiteanglaiseparis @ 12:08 pm

When you walked into the bar, wearing your cuddly blue duffle coat, I found you irresistibly cute.

I remember you kissing me gently on the cheek after our second meeting and bundling me into a taxi.

I remember going to watch some weird film at a cinema near where you lived, so I had a pretext to stop by.

I remember listening to Portishead, lying on the bed in your tiny chambre de bonne, with its sloping floor and pre-war electrics, seeing only your grey blue eyes.

I remember the joy written all over your face when I told you we were having a baby.

I remember holding on to you for dear life whilst I retreated far inside myself to deal with the pain of labour.

I remember you giving Tadpole her first bath by my side, while I looked on, helpless, unable to move.

I remember standing by her bed, by your side, many times, marvelling at our beautiful daughter as she slept, wondering how we came to create such a perfect creature.


I feel dazed yet strangely calm inside. Tearful at times, but mostly just numb.

I am profoundly sad and sorry that it has come to this.

But I know, without the merest shadow of a doubt, that it is what is right.

1 Comment

  1. I had closed comments intentionally today, but I just wanted to break my silence to say a heartfelt thank you to all the people who have written such supportive emails to me.

    And for those of you who were confused: Mr Frog and I have decided that our relationship is at an end. Although clearly not where Tadpole is concerned. I found it impossible to actually write those words this morning.

    I realise that the power of blogging is that it is not just about who I can touch with my writing.

    I’m deeply touched. Thank you.

    Comment by petite — May 20, 2005 @ 10:04 pm

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