Back in January Maddie moved back home.
I didn’t mention much about it, because of the circumstances.
Breakups are hard, yo.
Even for the breakuper.
Fast forward a few months and dividing her time between staying here, and working in the city and couch surfing, she is moving out again.
With my daughter from another mother who doesn’t fucking deserve her so she is mine mine mine Ally who, coincidentally and NOT as part of some evil plot as some would believe, has broken up with HER long time boyfriend.
They will be rocking a hip little pad in inner Melbourne.
Clearly it won’t be as hard for me as the first time she moved out, but I am still fucking devastated.
I love that biatch and I will miss her.
Boo is bereft. He has only just started enjoying the company of others and has adored having her around.
When she first moved out I would find him laying on her bed. Begging to be allowed to sleep there.
I thought it was because he missed her, but it was more that he liked her pillowtop mattress…
This time I think it will be different. When she has been in the city for more than a couple of days I would find him standing in her doorway, just looking.
Or he would follow me around asking when she would be home, wailing to the ceiling when it was longer than he would like.
Right now he is chatting with her in her room about nothing and everything.
Yes, this time will be difficult for different reasons.
But at least we have a rent free room in the city if we want, with 2 of our favourite girls.
*sobs quietly because this will also be our first Easter without her*