You know, I'm just tired. I could organize and live on 1/3 of what H makes. I could have a schedule with the kids that he has to stick to and he would get a place and have to deal with his own bills and his own sh*t and his own creation.
I'm sorry, he's in luxury digs right now basically pretending he's something he's not. And what am I? The chopped liver soon to be ex wife who thinks he's worth an ounce of my time...
Sorry, I just got off the phone with him...
Honestly, Antlers, I just don't know. I better be damn clear that he may just be getting by and biding his time until he can get his own place and live the dream...I do NOT want to have some fanciful notion and then be a martyr or be disappointed. I am losing sight of any possible scenario in which we are a stable and happy pair.
