Hurricane Ike is headed right for us (I live about an hour inland, though), and the kids are supposed to be with H this weekend. H refuses to take them because his apartment "isn't safe." Hah! Honestly, it's probably safer than my house.
H wanted me to leave town and drive three hours to my parents house yesterday. I couldn't, because 1. The emergency management plan recommended that people in my area stay put, and 2. I had a horrible stomach bug with nausea and vomiting, and there's no way I could have made that drive. (H was kind enough to call in a prescription for anti-nausea medicine, but it makes me very drowsy, so still could not have made the drive.)
S9 is TERRIFIED of thunderstorms, so the hurricane is sure to have him in a panic. We live in an area with HUGE trees, and the house has lots of open areas and glass. I'm not really worried about flooding, but I am very worried about wind damage. So I asked H to consider staying at the house. He refused, of course.
No surprise, really, so why does it still upset me that he's putting the demands of a 22 yr. old whore above his children's safety?
<sigh> Sometimes I hate him. So why do I still love him? <bigger sigh>
Me:40, xH:41 M:19 T:21 D14, S10, D6 IDLYA bomb:12/22/06 OW bomb (21 yr. old employee):12/23/06 H move out 2/07, OW move in 5/07 D papers served 6/07 D final Nov. 26, 08 :-(
