Limbo,
Yep, feeling pretty good.

Not really journaling, just an entry of an email exchange between my W and I. I'm torn about allowing my W to help me, again, Acts of Service is her love language. Anyway,


WIFE:
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Looks like D6 is going to Leeza's to swim on Saturday--noonish. So, I'll take D9 shopping for a shower curtain and stuff and you can go bed shopping if you like.
If you want help cleaning, I'm happy to help with that. Lauren and I go also bring some stuff over--cleaning aids, excess groceries and the target stuff. But all up to you.


ME:

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I sincerely thank you for the offer, and please don't misunderstand, but I'd like to do the cleaning myself. The apartment is going to be my new home. For now, maybe forever, we are just friends; you are not my wife, not in any real sense of the word. In my new home, you are a guest. Guests do not clean my toilets, bathtubs, or floors. You know how I feel about you and I wish it were otherwise between us.

I would appreciate your help in bringing some things over on Saturday -- it's a long walk up those stairs. I'd like to show the girls, and you, the apartment. I hope everyone is as pleased as I am at the space.

I'd like to stay here through next week as the girls settle into school.

I'll begin staying at my apartment next Sat/Sun. Let's talk about what we think might work best regarding them. Until I'm in, I'd prefer to leave groceries here.

Yes, I'll definately bed shop on Saturday. I'll look at mattress
discounters and elsewhere. Ought to pick up a paper tomorrow and
Saturday as well to check for additional sales.



WIFE:

Ok.


My latest

Me: 36
W: 35
2 D: 9 and 5
T: 16 years
M: 12
10/4/06: Bomb
10/5/06: Ended A
4/22/07: ILYBNILWY

I'm a beautiful butterfly.