Well, the carnival fish have passed. D3 was truly heartbroken, D6, not so much.
H called me at work tonight, complaining about a neighbor and her 'bad' treatment of D3. I don't believe a word (I believe D3 was probably sent home for a good reason, neighbor is a good friend of mine). H goes on and on about how no one on the street talks to him anymore (we live on a small court, close with all neighbors). I told him no one knows about us (except for my closest friend/neighbor), and that HE chooses not to talk with anyone. I don't want to tell any more neighbors until the girls know, but he doesn't believe me. It must be horrible to be the WAS, and think everyone hates them.
Its been that way for a long time, him thinking the neighbors are 'lame' and boring, because no one will go out with him at night. He was ridiculous. I wanted to tell him today that he is a very unattractive person to me. Everything about him feels wrong.
Between H, the fish, a 24 hour headache, I am ready to throw the towel in.
I was thinking to myself today, if I had the money, enough money, to get divorced and keep the house, would I file right now. My answer is YES.
