OMG Ya'll I was feeling good all the way home and even after I got here. I was not expecting a call and H called me just now.
H: Are you home? me: yes. H: I fed buddy. M: I saw that thank you. H: It really rained there today. Me: I went through a major rain storm this morning on the way to work. H: What are you doing; driving back and forth to work every day now? Do you still have your apt? Me: I've already told you I'm coming home whenever I feel like it. H: You're coming home every day now. M: I know. I'm coming home when I want to. H: What are you doing with my truck? Me: I'd already said I was helping someone move furniture. H: Whose, yours? Me: No. H: Your bike is there. What is it doing home? Me: I never use it down there so I decided to bring it back? Are you doing OK. H: I'm fine. I'm not going for your deal, poet. Me: OK H: We're getting a divorce. I'm not going to wait eight months and go through counseling and all that. It's ridiculous, and I don't want to do it. M: I understand. H: Ok goodnight. M: Goodnight.
So, I guess I lose all the way around.
Anybody out there for some words of wisdom, please?
