All was going so well. Went to IC this morning and pet was sick all over the place. Cleaned what I could, told W and went to IC. IC thinks W is Bipolar. Thinks I can do better. No help there. Come home to WW3, W is again furious over D paperwork, pet getting sick, kids, life, me being still breathing, etc. Screaming, Yelling.... She leaves I totally clean up pet mess and to 4-5 chores around house then take the kids out 4 several hours.
I come home to Ozzie and Harriet, she makes dinner, is all happy, says thanks for helping and has taken some of the pins out of my voodoo doll likeness. WTF. I never got upset, happy, whatever. I did cry in the bathroom for 30 minutes today thinking about my sitch.
This is so nuts. I never know whether she is going to kill me or kiss me. Is this normal? Yikes.
Now everything is happy and she went out with her GF to movies.
