petite anglaise

June 27, 2005

crash

Filed under: parting ways — petiteanglaise @ 4:23 pm

It’s over.

On Sunday morning, Mr Frog gathered the last of his belongings and ceremoniously handed me his set of keys. After five weeks of tiptoeing gingerly around each other’s feelings, occasionally barking harsh words we didn’t even mean, only to retract them, sheepishly, a few minutes later, we have finally found our way out of this strange limbo we have been inhabiting for too long. No longer on the verge of separating, we’ve actually gone through with it.

I introduced myself to the concierge of his apartment building this morning, on my way to collect Tadpole, as “the mother of Mr Frog’s child”. I didn’t know what else to call myself, not having got as far as rehearsing that yet.

The past week is a blur: a frenzy of packing, sorting, cleaning Mr Frog’s new place while Tadpole pottered contentedly by my side, shopping for things to replace those Mr Frog would be taking. Baking quiche at midnight on Friday for the bloggers picnic. Seeing my lover for a few precious hours on Sunday, while Tadpole spent her first night in her new bedroom across the road.

Today my runaway adrenaline levels have finally flatlined. I’m shattered. Exhausted.

I would gladly sell my soul to the highest bidder in return for a couple of days of uninterrupted sleep…

18 Comments

  1. I’ve just recently started reading your blog—I was directed here after reading an aussie lass—and I just wanted to say I look forward to it. You have a real way with words—and in all honesty, it’s like reading a good book… that’s not predictable. :)

    Glad you had a few hours with the lover.. btw, I think you should refer to him as the prince (from the frog to the prince.. ?) ;)

    Comment by the insider — June 27, 2005 @ 4:39 pm

  2. it gets better, chica, really it does…take it from one of the many who have gone before you. in the meantime, baby yourself as much as you can.
    I send you hugs…

    Comment by caroline — June 27, 2005 @ 5:35 pm

  3. Hmm… Good because I’m in the market to buy the soul of someone living in Paris! I’m trying to live there myself and it may be easier this way :)

    I’m soooo glad to hear that everything is going well. And I’m sure that in a few days/weeks things will settle into a nice routine and you’ll forget about the problems of the last few weeks.

    Bonne Chance!

    Comment by juliana — June 27, 2005 @ 6:31 pm

  4. After Mr Frog, it is be hoped that the Mk 2 lover doesn’t turn out to be Mr Crapaud when the novelty wears off!!

    Comment by Keith — June 27, 2005 @ 6:33 pm

  5. Take that sleep – what times…xx

    Comment by grannyp — June 27, 2005 @ 8:10 pm

  6. If he’s French he can only be Mr Snail. Mr Horse meat or Mr Fattened Goose Liver doesn’t quite cut the mustard. Or maybe Mr Baguette?

    Comment by Satsuma — June 27, 2005 @ 8:23 pm

  7. Ah, petite, you could certainly use some time to yourself – well, almost by yourself. ;)

    Comment by yayaempress — June 27, 2005 @ 9:04 pm

  8. “Cleaning Mr Frog’s new place……”, now there’s a coat being trailed for the Sisterhood! But why no enraged responses……yet?!

    Comment by Fella — June 27, 2005 @ 9:33 pm

  9. …..and what’shappened to Mancunian Lass??? Sleeeping on watch?? Jim in Rennes admits not being in Rennes but to being in Paris…. at the same time that Petite is crashing out with Newman while Tadpole sleeps “over the road” in Mr Frog’s new place. Is the ‘announcement’ imminent? Or was that it?

    Comment by Fella — June 27, 2005 @ 9:45 pm

  10. I have a story to tell about Mancunian lass, but it can wait until tomorrow…

    Comment by petite — June 27, 2005 @ 10:05 pm

  11. A-haa, I was wondering when “fella” was going to point his snout again.
    I have a different theory to offer concerning the identity of Petite’s new man. As fella has been constantly pushing the Jim in Rennes theory again, and again… and again, like a dog with a new bone, could it be that fella is the new man in question and is just trying to put us off the scent with talk of Rennes ??

    a story about me ? don’t know WHAT you’re talking about….

    Comment by Mancunian Lass — June 27, 2005 @ 10:21 pm

  12. Well, Mancunian Lass, as I have said before, chance would be a very fine thing indeed. But,in case the top prize eludes me, you can be the reserve.

    Comment by Fella — June 27, 2005 @ 11:16 pm

  13. What have i got in my pocket for your soul…ermmm, couple of peanuts, a key that I had for 8 months which opens the secret door to a misterious world (still have not find that door but may be you can), couple of lego cubes and Knex sticks….what is around me, a small dreamcatcher and a can of coke that i will never drink. sold!?

    I am surely the highest bidder.

    Zed Zero

    Comment by Zed0 — June 27, 2005 @ 11:52 pm

  14. Wow, was so tempted to spill yer beans Petite… just gotta say, I’ve never been so tempted to break a vow of silence than now.

    But how was that picnic anyways? Was it another “can’t blog about it” afternoon?

    Comment by nardac — June 28, 2005 @ 12:40 am

  15. Petite, hope you’ll get some good sleep in a cool and silent room soon!
    You’ve got to change your #29 on the 32 things about you…

    Comment by Maurine au bout du monde — June 28, 2005 @ 2:06 am

  16. I think you need add a new word to the French language and introduce yourself as “la baby-momma de [Mr Frog]”

    Comment by srah — June 28, 2005 @ 2:32 am

  17. the day of leaving is always hard. I had my ex walk out (after I let him, like with you) and however much I wanted him to leave, it was still a hard day, and – like you – I crept guiltily and excitedly to my lover’s house to forget about it all.. and i did! ;-)

    Comment by trine — June 28, 2005 @ 10:39 am

  18. You sound so strong about everything,I admire you,I ended up in psy ward after my divorce,I felt real down and rejected.
    Now I know it was nobody’s fault and later I found a real sweety,but that divorce was a hell of a pain….
    you’re doing much better than most.

    Comment by GPV — June 28, 2005 @ 10:08 pm


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