Laying low this week. No progress on the W front. W is proceeding with getting the painters inside our house to patch and repair the interior walls. W says to me they won't touch the murals on the children's bedroom walls -- for whatever that's worth. She wants me to use our tax return check to fund the house repairs.
<Rhetorical Questions:> If W wants me to stay in the house and not sell it, then why is she now fully on board with (and being proactive) in getting the house repainted and repaired? Could it be because she wants the appraisal to go very well? Could it be she wants to inflate the equity (and her share of it) so I'll owe her even more to buy her out (she supposes)?
<more journaling> We returned from Sunday service around noon and we pass by the subdivision of our house both coming and going to church. S7 began to get sick and threw up on himself (said he wasn't hungry for lunch, felt a bit too warm, and then up came his breakfast.)
I made a quick detour by the house to get S7 cleaned up (rather than drive an additional 6 miles back to my apartment first.) W was not at home (as expected), but MIL was not there either (not expected). More-so, the newspapers from yesterday morning and this morning were still on the driveway. And once inside it looked like no one had been there in days. This tells me that WAW was spending the night again elsewhere -- no doubt with the OM. The MIL is undoubtedly out of town again, and so W uses that as her chance to lie with the OM.
What a tramp. (I really am beginning to know how Hosea felt.)
I also came across W's cellphone. I snooped -- and, yes, it was wrong, so 2x4's away. It had been wiped of history but it contained a strange entry in the phonebook menu. The number itself was for the "spare" phone W purchased last July for the OM (and placed on our "family plan", if any of you remember), which she continues to flatly deny. The name for this entry was cryptic, four capital letters in the format "MY__" with the last two letters the same as the initials of the OM.
So if OM name was "Sh*t Head" this entry would have been "MYSH".
As in, "My Sh*t Head". How quaint.
W thinks she is so clever.
I thinks it's now the turn of S7's father (me) to go barf.
