Having said all of that, a few days ago, W called asking if I was going to put up the (artificial) Christmas tree, and if not, could she borrow it along with lights and decorations. This was as much as admitting that she had moved out of BIL’S house and into her own apartment. A family member was coming to stay with her and she couldn’t afford to buy all that stuff, although she didn’t say so outright. I said, “sure!”
She came over, I helped her load it all up, and said goodbye. I know it screwed with her head. The old Norm would have peppered her with questions, “You moved? When? Where? Why didn’t you tell me?” I know she drove away wondering, “He didn’t ask. Doesn’t he care where I live? I thought he was predicable.”
I have a plan to ask her for her address in the presence of her best friend, (who probably already knows her addy) when she least suspects it. Her bff doesn’t know about the A (she’d never approve in a million). Once I have I have it, that’s really all I need. She and OM will be quaking and wondering when and if I am watching. Let ‘em sweat.
Knowledge is power.
H: 50 W: 48 Married 20 years Bomb and separation: 9/12/09 A discovered 12/02/09 http://tinyurl.com/yctnhec
