My week went pretty well, but I was dead tired by the end of it. D and I had fun on Thursday picked up the pottery she made for my mother, sister, and nephew at the "As You Wish Store" and then she wanted to go out to dinner and chose Denny's! Nothing but the highest class joints for my little girl.
Anyway, on Friday it hit me that whenever I have my D, all my friends w/kids are on their "off" weekends, so I asked XW to help me smoothly switch weekends so I can have a social life. She may or may not help out, but I'll keep pressing until she does as I've done nothing this weekend b/c I didn't have anyone to do things with.
I also sent her a couple of e-mails about the ring (gold is very high right now) and a few things I had in the apartment that she may want. As usual, no response. So, I'll try again on Tuesday if I don't get anything on Monday.
She also has to start paying 1/2 of our joint credit card bill this month and I've notified her of that last Wednesday as well as reminded her that today that it is due on Tuesday. Again, as usual, there has been no response, so I'll try again Tuesday and if she doesn't reply, I'll pay it this month and let her know that next month is on her.
She's difficult, but predictable. This is where the WAS syndrome is so confusing, but my XW fits the female stereotype to a T. She is still mean, vindictive, and angry at me even though she's the one who initiated everything and has gotten everything she's wanted. She's also accusing me of being controlling, but she's the controlling one through all of her actions, delays, and non-actions.
I'm sad I don't have a family, but I'm not sad I'm no longer married to her. She's miserable in her own skin and until she figures that out, she'll never be happy and at peace.
Tonight, I'm going to hit some golf balls, take the dog to the dog park and do at least 30 min of cardio to get the exercise ball rolling again. It is time for me to go back to focusing on me.
This week I'll work on the apartment some and then get ready for four days w/ my D.
