Pod person. Our router crashed, but only on the wireless broadcast, so I set up a temporary workspace for WAW in my office with an ethernet connection.
She's sitting there keyboarding, I'm sitting there keyboarding on the opposite side of the office.
"So what did your girlfriend have to say last night?" (Obviously means surgically-enhanced divorcee.)
Hah-hah. Very funny.
"I know you're going to have girlfriends, but I don't want to know about them. I mean, there's friends and then there's friends."
(So she's actually serious about this.) I understand -- completely. And you're absolutely right. I won't want to know about your, um, 'friends,' either. (Back to keyboarding.)
There won't be any 'friends.' (Crying a bit now.) I just keep wondering how we let this happen.
(WE ???) Though she's acknowledged that it takes two to tango once or twice before, this is the first time "WE" let this happen.
I don't know. I mean, I think all the reasons we've said. But...
(And rather than push, I just left it there.)
Pod person. Pod-pod-pod-pod-pod-pod-pod person. Each day that passes she gets more and more like my wife. But the things that come out of her mouth are straight from planet Bizzaro.
divorcee.)
