The Single Dad's Guide to the Galaxy E-Book

Roger John McEwan

• Herausgeber: Palmerston Press
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Are you struggling to navigate the challenging universe of single parenthood? Do you wonder how to maintain a healthy relationship with your ex while putting your children first? One father's journey through the cosmos of solo parenting offers a candid roadmap for anyone facing this daunting adventure.

When Roger McEwan's 16-year marriage ended, he found himself charting unknown territory as a single father to two young children. Through honest storytelling and heartfelt reflection, he shares his seven-year journey of transforming from a traditional family man to a capable solo parent. As a self-employed consultant balancing career demands with full-time parenting, he discovered innovative solutions to everyday challenges while maintaining a positive co-parenting relationship with his ex-wife. His story isn't just about survival; it's about thriving in the face of change and creating a nurturing environment where children can flourish despite family separation. With humor and insight, he demonstrates how he turned potential crisis into opportunity, developing deeper connections with his children and finding unexpected joy in single parenthood.

The Single Dad's Guide to the Galaxy isn't just another parenting manual - it's a heartfelt companion for anyone facing the challenges of single parenthood. Through his experiences, readers will find practical wisdom, emotional support, and the encouragement needed to transform their own parenting journey.

Pick up your copy of The Single Dad's Guide to the Galaxy today and launch your journey toward confident, successful single parenting!

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First published 2017

Copyright © Roger McEwan, 2017

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ISBN 978-0-473-39232-1 (print)

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Ebook and cover designed by Smartwork Creative, www.smartworkcreative.co.nz

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Edited by Geoff Walker

Introduction

One of the most valuable reflections that’s come out of my experiences as a single dad is: Have agreat relationship with your ex. I’d like to say have an outstanding one, a superb one, but I’m a realist and I imagine most people would settle for a great relationship. If you can do that, you’ll make your life less complicated, troubled and stressful.

More importantly, it will enhance your children’s lives because they’re the ones stuck in the middle of your relationship with your ex, and they always will be. It’s your children who suffer when you and your ex tangle in an effort to prove who’s best or right.

So: Have a great relationship with your ex. This is obviously hard in the early days of a separation, especially if the split is acrimonious. But, over time, if you create an environment that allows wounds to heal then you can develop a great relationship. Yes it’s hard, but it’s not impossible.

This isn’t a self-help book. I haven’t been to the mountain where I discovered the answers that will let you, no matter what your personal circumstances, be the world’s best single dad and have a fulfilling relationship with your children. Any book sold on that premise will ultimately prove to be a disappointment. There are many practical and constructive insights in this book which you can try, but I doubt you can learn how to be a great parent from just reading a book or taking a parenting course. They naturally help but I think you become a better parent by putting the lessons into practice and then learning from your own experience. When your children finally leave the nest you’ll have either clocked up twenty years’ parenting experience or one year’s experience twenty times. It’s entirely up to you.

Being able to reflect on and learn from your experiences is, I believe, one of the most important skills you can develop. People who have become great in any area of life didn’t start out that way. No one is born great at anything. For most it’s a slow, often painful, process over many long hours as they learn from their experiences and develop a sense of artistry.

So there’s no book or course on How to become a motor racing driver or Teach yourself to be a concert pianist. That’s not how the world works, even our accelerated, social-media-driven world in which the concept of delayed gratification seems merely an historical notion. Racing car drivers learn how to race by racing and how not to crash by crashing. Concert pianists learn through striking piano keys millions of times. There’s no magic wand.

While I don’t, and can’t, have all the answers, what I do have is my story, my experiences and my insights, which I’m delighted to share. Unfortunately, or fortunately, they’ve all been learned the hard way through over seven years and counting as a single dad.

I hope my journey will give you a clearer appreciation for how single dads, and dads in general for that matter, see the world. Based on what you read I also hope you may decide to try to change your own world for the better. It could be how you interact with your ex, your current partner or your children. Maybe you’ll simply try some of the ideas and see what happens. Advice and other people’s experience becomes most valuable when you put it into practice.

Therefore this isn’t a ‘how to do it’ book. It’s a ‘how I did it’ book that I hope will help you think about ‘how you’re going to do it’. It’s about how life worked, and at times didn’t work, for my two beautiful, clever, funny, painful, messy, creative, exasperating, weird and lovely children – and, of course, me. Albert Einstein said insanity is doing the same things over and over and expecting different results. In that spirit I tried a lot of things. I kept what worked and abandoned the rest and managed to keep my sanity.

Everyone is different and every situation unique, so what has been successful for me may not be for you. What’s important is that you reflect on what’s happening in your own world and work out what’s working and what isn’t.

Like everyone who suddenly finds themselves in the position of being a single parent, I had no experience to fall back on. In the early days every aspect of my separation felt weird and alien and I often wondered how I’d cope. If I’d cope. I didn’t have many single-dad friends whom I could turn to for advice, which strangely remains the case today.

I found out about life as a single dad as Liv, my daughter, used to say when she was little, ‘all by self’. It’s been through writing this book that I’ve come to the realisation that I’ve learnt far more about parenting and being a dad through being a single dad. I’ve experienced all the different roles you have to play when there’s nobody else around: a parent, a dad, a father, a stand-in mum, a confidant, always a butler or maid, a teacher and, most crucially, a friend.

My hope is that you will find this book entertaining as well as enlightening. I’ve had many ups and downs, but on the whole it has been an epic adventure and nothing at all like an ordeal.

1. Single

Single: Unmarried or not involved in a stable sexual relationship.

www.Oxforddictionaries.com

At the time of completing this book, I’ve just turned fifty. I’ve had to keep changing that number as it’s taken longer than I’d hoped to finish this book but, as you will see, I’m an optimist at heart. I’ve been a single dad for what feels like forever, but it’s now just over seven years which made me forty-three when Rose, my ex-wife, and I separated.

Seven years as a single dad is seven years longer than I planned. When I said ‘I do’ with Rose, I did. I meant till death us do part, honouring, obeying and all the rest of the fine print. Rose and I spent sixteen years together and for the vast majority of the time we were a model, happy couple. We fought at times but which couples don’t? Mostly it was as it was meant to be – loving and harmonious, and the children were always doted on.

One of the important facts about me is that I’m not famous. I’m not single-handedly raising my children in a mansion while coping with an unsympathetic media as I try to cure my addictions to sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Chance would be more than a fine thing. I’m trying to raise my children while working, studying, keeping the house clean, making lunches and dinners, writing and, right now, wondering how expensive it would be to be addicted to sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll.

I grew up and still live in Palmerston North, New Zealand, which can be charitably described as a great place to raise children and uncharitably as dull. It’s not as bad as John Cleese, who was probably having a bad day, made out when he called it ‘the suicide capital of New Zealand’. It’s relatively small, with a population of around 80,000, but it’s big enough to have all the amenities you need for a great family life – quality education, affordable housing and space in which to run and breathe. What it lacks is the dynamic pulse of a large city in which sports events, theatre, historic sites and the general hub-bub make you feel you’re in the centre of the world.

Compensating for this, Palmerston North has few of the issues that plague large cities – pollution, over-crowding, lack of living space, unaffordable housing unless you’re a millionaire, traffic, crime and, more recently and alarmingly, terrorism. Ordinary and typical are probably words that sum up Palmerston North.

Although I’ve lived here for most of my life, for a number of reasons I’m not a flag-waving fan. In fact it isn’t really through choice that I’m here at all. I’m trapped and have been for years. First it was through career success when I briefly flirted with scrambling up the corporate ladder, and who wants to leave a promising career? Then came the arrival of children. It was a matter of considerable irony that just at the time my children came along, so did my redundancy notice nipping that promising corporate career in the bud. More about that later.

Rose and I have two children. Rog was born in 2000 and then Liv (Olivia) in 2001. Yes, Rog has the same name as me, and no, it wasn’t part of a dynasty I’m trying to establish. By heck there’s been a Roger McEwan in the Manawatu for the last century, I’ll have you know. In fact, given some of the looks I’ve got over the years when Rog’s name comes to light, I often wish we’d named him something different.

The story, and the absolute truth, is that after we had a mid-term ultrasound to make sure everything was okay, we discovered we were having a boy – ‘Undoubtedly a boy’ were the sonographer’s actual flattering words. While Rose and I debated our first born’s name, we started calling the emerging bump ‘wee Rog’. After a few months of this, and in the absence of arriving at any other name that we could agree on, we named our new bundle of joy Roger. I’ve felt obliged to tell that story dozens of times.

As the children grew we decided to move out of the suburbs and bought a house on a huge section (1800sqm) on the outskirts of the city. That allowed us to kick back and relax or to charge around like lunatics, depending on the weather and everyone’s mood. Our home had two large lounges, and the children’s rooms were upstairs and incorporated a landing that was able to house all their toys. We renovated the kitchen – the ‘we’ part was me paying for someone to do the job right.

Our section also contained every sort of fruit tree you could imagine: peaches, apples, grapefruit, lemons, mandarins, tamarillos, figs, raspberries (which were divine), gooseberries, feijoas, blackberries, strawberries and red currants. Throw in a massive vegetable patch and we were in a prime location to raise children and pretty much follow in Tom and Barbara’s footsteps and live The Good Life.

To earn a living, post my unexpected redundancy, I started my own consultancy business, McEwan and Associates Ltd, which I have been running now for over a decade. It sounds grander than it actually is as I’m the director, manager and consultant. In other words, it’s just me and I don’t really have a range of enthusiastic associates. What self-employment gives me is the ability to juggle work, family and study, and that’s been invaluable for a single dad.

On the flip side, Palmerston North isn’t exactly the corporate capital of anywhere, and so I’ve had to turn my hand to a variety of tasks as well as hit the road from time to time in order to keep cash, the life blood of any business, rolling in. My main business interest, and love, is strategic management, which I also study and teach, although strategy contracts are rare. Not many people understand what strategic management is, fewer still in Palmerston North it seems.

On the surface everything was idyllic but, to cut a long story short, the relationship storms came and in mid-2008 Rose and I separated. Marriage that ends without someone dying, of natural causes that is, is often branded a failure but I think that’s wrong. My marriage didn’t fail, it simply didn’t last. Rose and I aren’t failures, we are successful, older and wiser parents and adults. Therefore my children aren’t from a broken home, they’re from two loving homes. Having both parents under the same roof is, I think, a pretty weak measure of relationship success or of a positive home environment.

Like everyone, Rose and I entered into our marriage and raising a family with no thought of what life might be like if it didn’t work out. Anyone having those thoughts shouldn’t wander down the aisle in the first place. In New Zealand when you separate you remain married in the eyes of the law. The only grounds for divorce is two years’ separation. Therefore it was my newly acquired ‘lack of a stable sexual relationship’ that found me classified, for the first time in a decade and a half, as single. Only this time a single dad.

I’m curious: what images come to mind when you picture a single dad looking after his children? Many people would imagine the scene as a bit of a shemozzle – the stereotype of a hassled grumpy dad yelling as the frozen dinner burns in the kitchen. I have had days like that, but they are memorable because they are the exception and nothing remotely like the rule.

Being a dad isn’t a chore either, something to be endured until I can mercifully drop my children back to their mum where they will be cared for properly and I can get on with my real life. It makes me wonder how much sharing, or more accurately off-loading, parental responsibilities is a driver for seeking a new partner. That will likely end in tears for all concerned.

BEHIND THE SCENES

To give you an idea of how things play out in our home, here is a typical scene. Family time in the McEwan home, take 1 …

INTERIOR (INT). MCEWAN HOME, LOUNGE – NIGHT

The lounge is warm and well lit. LIV is sitting on the couch, hypnotised by the TV with her feet tucked underneath her. A chef burbles away off screen and there is the faint sound of gunfire. The far door opens. DAD enters and walks between LIV and the TV.

DAD

(Loudly)

Bedtime and teeth.

DAD exits through the near door. LIV, taking no notice, remains hypnotised by the TV.

INT. MCEWAN HOME, OFFICE – NIGHT

ROG sits behind a computer fully engaged with whatever is on the screen. The sound of gunfire is loud. The chef can be heard faintly in the background. DAD enters and stares at ROG.

ROG

(Staring at his computer)

No.

ROG keeps playing, DAD remains still. DAD looks thoughtful then, smiling, slowly turns and exits.

INT. MCEWAN HOME, LOUNGE – NIGHT

DAD re-enters the lounge and moves closer to LIV who still hasn’t moved.

DAD

(Sweetly)

Bedtime, little one.

LIV

(Jumping up)

Hug.

LIV lunges at DAD who catches her, spins her around and starts marching her out the door.


DAD

Teeth.

INT. MCEWAN HOME, HALLWAY – NIGHT

DAD is marching LIV towards the bathroom.

LIV

(Spinning around, demanding but friendly)

Huggggg!

DAD, looking resigned, pauses then hugs LIV who, smiling, exits into the bathroom. The shot tracks into the bathroom where LIV is cleaning her teeth.

ROG

(Off screen, whispered)

The Father.

DAD turns and ROG gently connects with a jab to the stomach.

DAD

Mind the abs, mate.

ROG

You mean the flabs.

DAD

(Getting into a karate sparring pose)

Hilarious. Look as good when you are my age, I think not.

ROG

(Hands up, backs into his room and closes the door)

No, no.

DAD waits. ROG’S door is closed. LIV is cleaning her teeth.

DAD

(Loudly)

Half hour reading time.

DAD exits. ROG emerges in pyjamas and enters the bathroom, where LIV is still cleaning her teeth.

INT. MCEWAN HOME, LOUNGE – NIGHT

DAD turns off TV, mercifully shutting up the chef, who is describing how to make a jus. DAD breathes out in relief and sits down where LIV was sitting. Silence.

LIV

(Off camera)

Move, butthead.

ROG

(Off camera)

You’re the butthead, Hobbit.

LIV

(Off camera, louder)

Daaaaad. It won’t get out of the way.

ROG

Shut it, Fatty.

DAD gently shaking his head and smiling. Two doors can be heard closing.

DAD

(Very loudly)

Reading, not games. I’ll be in to check.

DAD lies down flat on the couch and closes his eyes.

INT. MCEWAN HOME, LIV’S BEDROOM THIRTY MINUTES LATER – NIGHT

LIV is in bed reading a Jacqueline Wilson book. DAD sweeps into the room but stops frowning, looking at the mess.

DAD

(Shaking head)

Disgraceful.

LIV

(Yawning)

Hey, it’s creative.

DAD kicks clothes out of the way and tucks LIV into bed. LIV’S arms emerge and she hugs DAD and won’t let go. DAD tickles LIV and she lets go.

DAD

Good night.

LIV

Good night, Dad.

DAD turns out the light and exits. Shot tracks with DAD.

LIV

(Calling out off camera)

I love you.

DAD

(Calling out behind him)

I love you too.

INT. MCEWAN HOME, ROG’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

ROG is in bed reading a Sherlock Holmes book. DAD enters the room, stops and surveys the room and grunts.

ROG

(Continues reading)

What?

DAD harpoons his book with a modified karate strike and then fakes a strike to ROG’S stomach.

ROG

(Shaking his head)

Bad father.

DAD smiling, puts a bookmark in the book and adds it to a pile next to the bed. DAD surveys ROG’S bed, shaking his head.

ROG

What?

DAD

(Still shaking his head)

It’s a dog’s dinner.

ROG

No it isn’t, it’s very comfy.

DAD

Hmmm. Good night.

ROG

Good night.

DAD turns out the light and exits.

INT. MCEWAN HOME, HALLWAY – NIGHT

Dad turns on the CD PLAYER and classical music (Mendelssohn) starts softly playing. DAD exits.

SCENE FADES – END

Normal: that’s the word that encapsulates that scene. It’s hard to remember exactly how it worked before I became a single dad. I’m sure it was roughly the same except blended with Rose’s voice as well and, as Rog and Liv were much smaller, there was probably a little less attitude floating around. Having two parents on duty was a luxury I didn’t fully appreciate at the time. They were the good old days alright. The children were in bed, and asleep, by 7.30pm. Heaven.

The nicest compliment I receive from time to time is not related to my work, study or writing – it is when someone calls me a great dad. I’ve worked hard to hear those words and I’m certain that I’m a much better dad, parent, father and person than the one who abruptly found himself lacking a stable sexual relationship back at the beginning.

2. What Is a Single Dad?

Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice.

Charles Kettering (inventor, engineer, businessman, 1876-1958)

I’d like to think I’m a typical single dad but, to be honest, I don’t know if that’s right. From what I have seen, read and heard, we don’t know much about single dads. The majority of books are closer to manuals on the subject such as The Single Father: A dad’s guide to parenting without a partner. These books tell us nothing about single dads but instead focus on what they consider to be the right way to be a single dad.

As I’ve said, I have grave doubts that you can learn to be a great dad that way in exactly the same way reading Fifty Shades of Grey won’t make you a more proficient, dynamic and exciting lover. It will definitely give you some ideas to try, unless you are already very close to the edge, but you do have to give them a go. To become a better parent you have to spend time being a parent.

Josh Wolf was closer to looking at the life of a single dad with his entertaining autobiographical book It Takes Balls – Dating single moms and other confessions from an unprepared single dad. But while initially it seems to reflect on the life of a single dad, ultimately, it seems to me, the focus is on dating and all that entails. It was hard to find much parenting between Josh’s wild escapades.

There are also books in the romantic genre where the lady next door covets the tall, dark and handsome single dad and is waiting for the chance for him to come over to check out her muffins. Judging by that last sentence I think I could write something like that but it would require imagination and not reflection as life isn’t like that. At least my life isn’t.

Coming back to reality, if I had to summarise what the world thinks about single dads, it seems closer to the stereotypical portrayal of someone waltzing in and out of their children’s lives, fitting them in around work while trying to attract attention at the local bar, usually unsuccessfully. If that feels about right, then I’m here to demonstrate that it’s wrong! If that’s typical, then thankfully I’m not typical. There are bound to be dads like that, just as there are stereotypical sleazy, boozy businessmen, and I’m not one of those either. But the problem with stereotypes is that they are powerful and require little evidence to keep them entrenched.

When I was researching the world’s view of single dads I stumbled across a blog written by a divorced single mom (she was American). She had posted six points about single dads, which she described as though they’re common knowledge, almost self-evident:

Single dads are often inexperienced at multi-tasking.Single dads don’t get to live with their kids.Single dads often feel left out of things.Single dads can become insecure about parenting.Single dads are working and trying to parent at the same time.Single dads can’t be mom.

I felt obliged to comment and posted the following response, which I’ve edited slightly so it makes sense.

Human beings can’t multi-task, we can only task-switch. It is thought that females are better at this but I remain sceptical. What’s more, you get better at everything with practice.Many single dads like myself share care fifty-fifty and live with their children just as much as single mums. You don’t have to be left out of things regarding your children if you choose not to. Rose and I communicate well and make sure we both know what is happening and when, because we know it’s our children who suffer the consequences of mix-ups.Parents in general can be insecure about parenting, even when there are two of them. It is nice to have another adult to be insecure with but that doesn’t make it gender-specific.Many single mums also work and parent as I did before we separated. So, no change there.And being mom? Maybe. Probably. Okay, yes. My feminine side is still pretty masculine! But single mums can’t be dad either, no matter how many power tools they buy.

Reading between the lines, it appears that the thinking I was responding to is stuck in the 1950s when mums did the vast majority of the parenting. But the world has changed and thankfully it’s even evolved a little. The majority of the dads I know are involved with all aspects of their children’s lives and so they’re able to cope if they find themselves solo either temporarily or permanently. I was hands-on with my children from the very start, and so looking after my children without help wasn’t a culture shock. I’m even okay at looking after myself – I don’t require mothering.

So what I want to achieve with this book is to bring reality to the discussion, at least a little bit of my reality. I want you to see through my eyes and glimpse inside my head, that of a responsible single dad. You will see how the children and I adapted to this new environment and transitioned quickly from surviving to thriving. I hope you get a different perspective – a real perspective – and start to rethink what the term single dad suggests.

That’s what I want to achieve, but what I’d love to achieve is to make all parents who are struggling with children, their exes or current partners to stop and reflect – hopefully in that order. This book may be written from the perspective of a single dad but I think many of the insights can be applied equally to any situation where two people are sharing the care of children, together or separated.

The easiest action you can take right now to improve the world of you and your children is not to start doing anything new – it’s more likely you should stop doing some of the old. I’m referring to those behaviours that you have been polishing for years that create frustration, conflict, stress, anxiety and doubt.

I have met many parents in my travels and some of their stories are as baffling as they are tragic. In particular, two men stand out in my mind whose behaviour is self-centred and destructive yet they’re oblivious to the bleak future they’re creating. They put themselves first and either happily or ignorantly use their children as a tool to manipulate and bully their exes to get their own way. It seems they believe they have an entitlement to the lives of their partners, who should do everything they dictate. If they continue to behave in this way, it’s likely that when their children are old enough they’ll want little to do with them. Sadly, they’ll be alone and left wondering why.

So please, stop and reflect and ask that simplest of all questions – what am I trying to achieve? Edwards Deming insightfully wrote that it is not necessary to change, survival is not mandatory. Nor is having fun or giving your children the best start in life – but it’s by far the most preferable.

Now you know what I’m trying to achieve. What I’m trying to avoid is harming anyone during the telling of my story. Unfortunately I can’t say that no one was harmed during the making of it. Separation and divorce inflict both direct damage and collateral damage, but this story is more about fun, healing and making the world a slightly better place. It’s my story and I want all those involved, including my children and Rose, to be able to enjoy reading it and not cringe, feel incensed or think WTF. That has been challenging at times!

ABOUT ME

Before I get fully into stride, I must tell you more about my personal circumstances. Otherwise parts of the story won’t make sense. In particular I need to explain why I stayed a single dad without bothering to date for a number of years. The salient points are somewhat convoluted, but I will try to communicate them succinctly and clearly.

Not long after my separation I started a relationship with Cathy (not her real name) who, I hasten to add, had nothing to do with the separation. The complicating factor was that she lived in England. But this isn’t one of those cautionary tales about internet relationships in which people travel across continents in search of love only to get ripped off or end up in prison after the stash of drugs in the ‘I Love You’ chocolate is discovered.

Cathy and I had spent time together in our twenties, long before Rose and I were Rose and I. I knew Cathy very well. We got back in touch during the separation and it was like winding the clock back, things just seemed to fall into place despite the distance. So although we were separated by 11,000 miles with children on both sides of the planet, we became a sort-of-couple and started considering how that might work in the future. More of the details will emerge from time to time as required, but in a nutshell that’s why I didn’t dive back into the singles scene with obscene haste.

Another aspect you need to understand is the care arrangement Rose and I created for our children. From day one, Rose and I agreed to share the care of the children fifty-fifty. This was a no-brainer for both of us as we had both been hands-on parents and neither wanted to take a back seat in our children’s lives. We also knew that they still needed as much of Mum and Dad as they could get, maybe even more now as they were still rather young – Rog was eight and Liv was six.

A quick point of clarification is also needed here. I’m a single dad but the fifty-fifty care arrangement means my children are still being raised by both parents. It is now like a tag team arrangement. This means that it’s more balanced than many – maybe the majority – of so-called nuclear families.

The one aspect of my story I don’t intend to cover in any detail is Rose and my separation. I see no purpose in dragging you, me or anyone else back through that unhappy time. Like most separations the story is sad and hard. I did write a couple of chapters about it and, although it was cathartic to write, the words are best left for another time as they only get in the way. Take my word for it, it wasn’t fun for anyone.

So welcome as the story begins in earnest.

It’s June 2008 and it’s the middle of winter in Palmerston North. Chris Brown’s ‘Forever’ is ironically at number one and I have just become a single dad. Although the story starts in 2008, I didn’t start putting pen to paper until late 2012 – the spur for this will become apparent as the story unfolds. But I kept a blog in which I captured my thinking as life unfolded. It made interesting reading in retrospect, and I’d managed to capture a lot of the stories and reflections that I’ve used in this book.

3. Homeless

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

Amelia Barr (British novelist, 1831-1919)

Anyone who’s separated will know about the chaos it brings. Almost overnight you go from settled and ordered – although probably not all that content – to confused and chaotic. After sixteen years together, Rose and my lives seemed intractably linked. Trying to split things down the middle proved to be a nightmare.

We started by working our way through the financial aspects and negotiating who would have what. We agreed early on that she would keep the house and buy me out. On reflection it wasn’t quite a negotiated decision but more a matter of that’s the way the chips fell. I’d moved out, and Rose was living in the house and wanted to stay. So it seemed the right thing to do.

For the first time in my entire life I didn’t have a home address. That was the first thing I needed to rectify, and fast. I was forty-three, but having just left home I felt closer to twenty. I’d taken some of my clothes, but in those first few days that was all I had to my name. It was a surreal feeling.

Initially I stayed at my mum’s house, which made me feel closer to sixteen. That felt preferable to the houses of friends whom I hoped wouldn’t have yet heard about the separation. But after living back at home for only six days I was starting to go a little crazy. It wasn’t my mum’s fault, it was situational. I wanted a quiet space to think things through but she and my older brother, who was also living there at that stage, seemed starved of conversational variety.

Rental property is thankfully abundant in Palmerston North as it’s a university city. I found a house near to the children’s school on John F. Kennedy Drive and moved in as quickly as possible. It was a modern townhouse with a tiny yard and garden, and this suited me. Although I love gardening, I had no desire to invest time maintaining someone else’s garden. To compensate for the lack of outdoor space, the house was opposite an impressively large park which was complete with a small playground about twenty metres from our front door. This was perfect for letting the children, and me, burn off energy. We often played ball tag with Muffin, a yellow smiley-face ball Liv had picked up on her travels.

It was only going to be a short-term home and, as such, it worked well. I was planning on buying a house as soon as financially practical. In this respect I was fortunate that the Palmerston North property market wasn’t experiencing one of the bubbles that have made buying a house unaffordable in many cities. If you find yourself unable to re-enter the property market after separation, which must be common, I suggest you aim to rent in the best location you can.

The children were also changing schools, a decision Rose and I had made previously that was now somewhat up in the air. We made the decision based on the situation at the time, but in hindsight it would probably have been wiser to have left them at their current school, given the separation. The original reasons for switching schools hadn’t gone away and I think we just carried on while we sorted things out. With the change of school, any house I bought would ideally be close to their new school.

Like many countries, New Zealand employs a school zoning system. To get your children into the school you want, you have to live in, or at least own (which I think is cheating), a house in the school’s catchment zone. This makes house buying often a strategic decision for parents. The school system in New Zealand is, on the whole, reasonably good, but anyone who thinks there is no difference between a decile ten school (in a more affluent area) and a decile one school (in a less affluent area) is wrong.

As Rose was keeping the house, she was also keen on keeping everything in it as well. This made sense, but it left me with few possessions. I ended up taking a TV (our older one and not the flash, cinematic, all-the-bells-and-whistles one I’d recently, and lovingly, installed), my dust-gathering gym equipment, clothes, books and a few pieces of unrequired furniture.

On the plus side, it was the quickest and easiest house move I’d ever been involved with. But after I had unpacked everything, my lack of worldly goods was starkly highlighted. No matter which way I looked, all I could see was carpet – and there was nowhere to sit or sleep.

Although our former joint possessions were part of the financial agreement – and here’s a lesson I hope you never have to learn – there is a quantum difference between current and replacement value. The process Rose and I followed was to wander through the house and agree on a current value for all our possessions. Most of these had been built up over the previous sixteen years and while some were on the old side, they were all in good working condition. The result of this was that we gave most items a fairly conservative value. For example, the $2000 Sony stereo which was eight years old but was still able to crank out the music was given a value in the vicinity of $300.

The current value of all our possessions we estimated at around $15,000, which we then split fifty-fifty. The fact that we had our contents insured for closer to $60,000 should have a sounded a warning bell for me, but I missed this in the general confusion of the time.