Hi Veronica,
I don't know if she'll ever exhaust herself...she really seems to love to being angry...maybe my silence in response to that email will make her feel right...that's okay...she's going to think she's right no matter what I say.

Things are a bit different...while I ignored the bitter email she sent me - I did respond to a separate email she sent me about how to schedule time with our son over the next few days. She had tried to schedule our time only on her terms - which I did not agree to - and so we exchanged some emails this morning about her picking him up early today and having him with her this evening (usually my time) - and in turn he would spend more of Monday with me and his brother. So we actually communicated and compromised for the first time in a long, long time...which is also interesting. Does this mean anything has changed? Don't know. Don't care. It's just something I've taken note of - and will continue to be myself no matter how bitter or angry she gets with me.

here's something funny...in the past, pre-bomb, she would argue with me about colors - always correcting me in how I saw colors - she was so convincing that she actually had me convinced that I had somehow lost my ability to distinguish between different colors - and I started thinking of myself as color-insensitive...now that she's out of the house and no on e is around to dispute my sense of color...I have no problem recognizing a red as red and orange as an orange or a blue as a blue...it used to be that when I said something was blue she would say it had more shades of green...If I said it was red, she would say pink or purple...just a constant need for conflict even over something utterly mundane.

Okay...enough venting...I'm feeling to good about my day today to spend too much of my time thinking about her wackiness...I'll think instead about a new screenplay I want to start writing soon...can't say much about it yet...since you never know how quickly ideas can spread through the ether.

.c.


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