D17 called from school. She needed to come home because she has some problems with intestinal cramps and a little blood when going to the bathroom. I think Hemmaroids. She's got an appt. with doc this afternoon and W will be taking her.
After I pick her up and bring her home D17 goes to take a bath and help herself feel better. She says "I wish I had some Salt and Vinegar chips".
W and I talk about arranging the appt, and after I tell W I'm going to the to grocery store, and I'll be right back.
W says, somewhat annoyed, "You aren't going to get her Salt and Vinegar Chips?". I reply "I'm going to the store, I'll be right back". She says "Ok".
I went, and picked up a few other things. When I get back, D17 it grateful for the chips. Yes, I indulge my children.
Meanwhile, W is using the only money she has to pay her larger credit card bill so it won't be late. She comes into my office to let me know that she paid the bill, and only has $90 for food, and half of that will go towards the doctors visit. I tell her I have 3 checks I am expecting in the coming week and we'll have money in a few days.
She then says to me, in a 'positive' voice "We'll be ok, we'll make do with what we have".
Shocking.
Anyway, her paying her bill on time was more important than making sure we have money for food.
I care less today than yesterday. I think that I may have reached the turning point with the Lexapro, and more importantly by giving it up to God I don't have to worry as much any more.
And I talked to Stepmom-in-law and who reminded me "Do you really want to be with someone who had an affair, then told you she'd never leave you again and didn't keep that vow?"
No, I don't. Not without extreme therapy on her part. And not 'crystal huggers' therapy. Real work.
