Whewww. Whoever said we were a materialistic society must have been monitoring my move. Why do I have so much stuff????
I signed on here today a bit ago cause I was having a little cry. H had just called for S14. When I asked how he was, I got that half condescending "fine". Bleh.
So back up three days...Wednesday night I pick S14 up from H's about 9:30 and we have an hour and a half drive home. H is clearly worried, he knew I'd been up really early to take bro to airport. I say yeah, I'm tired, but we'll be fine.
So, S and I get home, and I ask him, did your dad ask you to call? S says no. WEll, in MLC especially, H has a pretty rigid and early bedtime. So I went to bed.
Moving forward to Thursday night, I talk to H, and he says he didn't sleep for hours the night before, worrying. Hmmm. Guess they don't have 'phone service over in that county, huh? Seriously, I think the consequences, at least the consequences relating to S14, I just now sinking in.
So yesterday, Friday, I open an envelope that H had handed me a few days ago. It has two checks for the amount of alimony & CS that he will owe once the D is signed. But it isn't signed. I get scared that I've missed something, and that maybe he's already taken me off of his insurance. So When we spoke last night I brought it up...H sounded very distracted and said no he hadn't done anything about insurance or anything else, and that the money difference wasn't that much so he just started the checks. Weird.
So in four days H has been worried, revealed his worry, been distracted, then smug. Bleh. Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh.
Okay. I'm over it. Back to unpacking. I definitely needed to give away more stuff, we are bursting at the seams and there is still stuff at the other house to be moved.
