Well, this morning she comes into the dining room while I'm eating breakfast. Tells me that she's got to go for more tests, ultrasound, doctor says she might need an operation, might take out her uterus, She can't work, how will she pay for this, etc, etc...
She's tearful, scared. Drama. I tell her that if she needs anything to let me know. I get up and put my arm around her shoulders and she faces away from me but doesn't push me away.
So, I stop after a minute and leave her to sit down and finish breakfast.
She tells me her 'Spiritual Friend' came over to the 'other house' last night and did some 'energy work' on her. She's trying anything she can to get 'better'. I tell her I hope it helped.
A little later I went to talk to her about grocery shopping. D17 and I have been making a list because, well, she hasn't gone shopping at all this week and we're out of everything.
I just tell her that if she needs to rest, we can go. She decides that she's going to go and is pissy in her attitude. Yeah, she's hormonal but she doesn't have to be a jerk. Nothing changes and I would imagine that she has to put up a barrier because - gasp - Frank showed some compassion for her.
Anyway, talked to FaithIsBelieving who reminded me of the times he had to take his W to the hospital and how she totally crapped on him afterwards. I'll keep that in mind.
Still on the Divorce train, W's financials are going downhill which hurts us all. I hope she can stay 'happy' during all this, after all she is a 'happy person'.
Lexapro seems to be taking the edge off things a little more. It sure looks bleak financially, but I have faith. God didn't put me here without the skills to survive.
