I have had the kids over the last two nights, for the first time since I moved out. The first night D14 was not happy. She said, "This sucks", meaning the D, and having to now keep her stuff in two places. I don't have a bed for her year, so she's sleeping on the couch, which she doesn't mind.

I had not let W see the new place, and she was very curious. I figured that today when she came over to pick up the boys (they have some things going on today, and she took the day off to get them done) she would want to see it, so I let her in. In the middle of the tour she stopped and started crying and gave me a huge hug and said she didn't want to be my enemy (we had had a fight on the phone this morning about paying for a school item for D14, which she clearly is responsible to cover, but she was asking if I would cover it. When I said no, a fight ensued). She told me she loved me, but that she needed space that I wouldn't give her (I refused to move out - but she could have) and she had to do the D. I said, well, now you've got space.

She is not as happy as I would have thought after spending so much effort to get us D.

In a few hours I will close on my new house. She has a court date on Tuesday to finalize the D. Yep, she will have plenty of space.

And she absolutely loves my house. She said it was the house she should have had, and said something about perhaps sometime we could trade. Weird.


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