OMG Morgan I am always thinking of you! Especially in the autumn. I wonder how your house must look and smell so wonderful. I will catch up with you. I wish I could commit more to the forum. I wish I could reread the book that has saved my sanity. I wish I could act as if and wait 24 hours and not bring up the affair. It is amazing how I feel like I go back to Day One, the day of the bomb every time this man cusses and yells at me on the phone.
Update: Husband has been released from a convalescent home. Kids went to visit with him in his new apartment that is wheelchair accessible. His homeless boat friend with no job and no car will be caring for him. My mother, the tough broad assumes that when two men share a one bedroom apartment they must be gay. Who knows but it is odd to say the least and I do not want my kids around this homeless guy who previously lived on a boat and was a known drug user. Whew.
My H just lambasted me on the phone because the kids did not call him until 8:30PM. I told him they were calling to say "Goodnight". A common bedtime ritual. He said I deliberately waited until it was too late for him to send his boat friend to pick up the kids so that he could see them. What a prick. I got home at 5:30, had dinner at 6PM. Had neighbours come over for a visit at 6:30 so we fed them and enjoyed the Indian Summer, then finished homework, brushed teeth, called Dad by 8:30PM. He said the F word, chastized me, threatened to get nasty. Unbelievable. What does a DBer do in that sitch? I told him that I could accomodate visiting him but that we are sometimes busy and he just got out of the hospital. I also mentioned how we were at his bedside every day in the beginning and every other day in the rehab home. I could not believe this jerk! I know I should have kept calm but OMG!
Me:38 H:39 MLC M:10 R:23 years D6 S3 Bomb: Easter, 2007 "Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day."