Tea With Teapot

I'm just sitting down to a quiet breakfast.. I am having two fried eggs and two chunks of watermelon and a nice big cup of coffee.  I've always enjoyed a good cup of coffee even when I was in University. I would take the public transit to the University and head for the Arts Cafeteria for my first cup of jo as soon as I got there and usually swished it down on my way to class. Tea was something that I only drank when mom had her friends in and she was serving it with them... no a nice cup of jo was always my brew of choice.  

In my last year of university I developed a stomach ulcer that wasn't really bad but it was an aggravation and one of the things that I was told to give up was coffee. I had just met Sir Arsewipe and he was a tea drinker and so I began to drink tea too... for the last twenty two years since I met him, I have become one of the biggest tea drinkers that you could possibly imagine. On a cold winter day there is nothing better than a nice tall cup of tea with a little sugar and wee dram of cream. But I still like a good drink of coffee and every now and again I like to put the coffee pot on and brew up some of the stuff for a quiet morning drink. Over the years though more and more I would rely on Sir Arsewipe to make tea because he always made a really good cup of tea, plus I was busy getting breakfast for everyone.. and it seemed the only time of the day when we really shared something together.

Of course you all know how Sir Arsewipe came to be known as Teapot... it seemed like such an apt name for him because at the time since he was such a heavy tea drinker and especially because he had had that dream... he was chasing off the devil in his dream by singing "I'm A Little Teapot". (In hindsight, I wonder if seeing the devil coming after me in his dream was actually some kind of premonition... if you believe in that kind of stuff is could be extremely spooky!) Since our separation I have begun to notice that I really am not craving tea anymore. I think I am beginning to get turned off tea altogether. I wonder if that is possible. All things associated with Sir Arsewipe, (formerly known as Teapot), are more and more a huge turn off. A few days ago the people who are buying our house came to discuss things and while we were standing chatting in the garden, Sir Arsewipe put his elbow on my shoulder and began to lean on me... I couldn't believe the nerve of him. Later, after they left I asked him what the hell he had in his mind... and that he had some nerve treating like I was his personal leaning post. He told me that it was the habit of twenty years... some habit! I had gently shrugged out from under his weight in front of those people because I didn't want a confrontation with him but he just doesn't think... and I don't think he has fully wrapped his head around the fact that we are no longer together and that he doesn't have a right to treat me in anyway other than circumspectly... besides quite frankly I don't want to even brush up against him. It disgusts me.

Yesterday I came home from a visit with a friend and discovered that while I was gone Sir Arsewipe had made arrangements to take the girls to the campsite where he is living so that they could have a night out camping in the tent trailer with him. They left around 8:30 p.m. and I had the rest of the evening to myself. (Yes I did feel a little bit lonely but then I guess I'm going to have to get used to that.)

One of the casualties of getting a divorce is trying to figure out who gets what. For me it has not been terribly difficult as is the same for Sir Arsewipe. I think neither one of us has been overly material throughout our lives. There were certain things that I was totally not willing to give up like the memory foam mattress (for practical reasons you understand... wink wink nudge nudge) but one of the things that I gave up without any hesitation is the Christmas village that Michael and I collected together and painted together. I do have to say that I painted a whole lot more of them than Sir Arsewipe (mostly because he found them to be too fiddly faddly) but still I don't want that stupid thing in my house... it will be too much of a reminder of his faithlessness and meanness.  Last Christmas a friend had found a couple of the unpainted pieces at a garage sale and she asked me if I would like them and I said yes. When I got home I discovered that they were smaller than the set that I had been working on. So I set them aside... the other day I discovered them under my bed as I was cleaning out boxes that were in there. Last night after the house was quiet and Sir Arsewipe had left and taken the girls with him, I got out those two houses and started painting... I am doing a little Nfld Christmas village and I will try to get suitable mummers to fit in there and light it with fairy lights at Christmas time... it's funny how things come together and it's not the having of the village... it's the doing of the village that tickles me pink...the village itself is nothing more than a cute reminder of the fun you had painting them and deciding on the colours.

Today was the first time since the whole Divorce/Affair thing happened that I have felt a real sense of creativity. I have had out all my acrylic paints for the two wee houses and so that has ignited a little spark.  I have a painting that I am not happy with and have been wanting to paint over it... I think today is the day that I will do that... turn on some really inspirational music (right now I've got Diana Krall on) turn it up loud and just get into the feel of the paint sliding across the canvas.

But first I think I will finish this cup of coffee... and think no more of tea with Teapot.