Mr. D.
Mr. D. has decided that in twelve months time he will be moving to Townsville.
The other side of the country.
He informed me yesterday, with the rather ominous words "So we'll have to have a sit down and chat about what's going to happen with Nicky."
We sat down, we chatted.
Basically, he want's to take her with him. They could come back one week every three weeks he said, so that I could see her.
Awesome. Except for two things...
1. I want to see my daughter much much much more than that.
2. Nicky will be at school, so she won't be able to come back one week every three anyway. At most, she could come home for the school holidays, 12 weeks a year. See point one.
I don't want my little Nicky moving away. Period.
Which leaves us with alternative two. She stays here with me, and never gets to see her Dad. That also sucks. She'd fly up there each school holidays, thereby missing any and all social activities that we could do together, and we get to do all the hard stuff here. Result, I become the horrid dragon, he's the knight in shining armour.
I want Nicky to have two parents that live close to her, so that she can grow up with two accessable people who love her.
This is five kinds of shit.
Maybe he won't go. It is 12 months away. He might change his mind by then.
Here's hoping.
