I went to Urgent Care on the 23rd because I was still not feeling well. After checking me out thoroughly, they diagnosed me with Bronchiol Pnemonia *sorry about the spelling. They wanted to admit me into the hospital. After much pleading with them that I didn't want to go to the hospital no way no how, they said I could go home only if I had complete bedrest.So they sent me home with antibiotics and another rx that makes me drowsy. Also I could only have juice and soup. Merry Christmas to me! I have been laid up for almost a week. I wouldn't have known it was Christmas, except for the shows on TV. I was planning to go to my D who lives in the same state, but obviously couldn't go. I didn't tell her how sick I was, because it was the first Christmas in her new home, and I didn't want her to feel like she had to come here.
Now for the update... Still living with MLC H, and it's getting so much harder. As I was miserably laying on the sofa Christmas Eve, He got dressed up and went on his merry way. He saw that I was sick,but didn't know to what extent.
I don't know what was going on with him and ow, but he stayed home all Christmas Day and night. He stayed in his bedroom however. We hardly spoke, if at all. No presents. The next afternoon, he received a text and he was out of the house within ten minutes. He arrived home around nine o'clock and walked right past me without saying a word. Didn't even look my way. I thought to myself, he's the one that took a hatchet to our M and he's treating me like I'm the one that did. There is so much that I would love to say to him, but that wouldn't be good. I keep remembering to keep my lips zipped. That it doesn't do any good to say anything to them anyway. They're off in their little fantasy world of them not doing anything wrong.
On sunday, he spent several hours sorting and filing paperwork and receipts. He has a plastic filer tote with a lid that he keeps his stuff filed in. He had been getting lax, and everything was starting to pile up on the top of the lid. I made some soup, and asked him if he would like some. He told me no thanks in the most sarcastic tone. Again he got a text, and was out the door in no time. I watched him walk out the door carrying his file tote. I wondered where he might be going with that. MMmmm.... He doesn't trust me? He's been cheating on me, and I'm not the one to be trusted!
So for today... I had to go to the store as the cupboards were getting bare. Even the dogs were out of food. You would have thought H would have offered to go to the store. No, he would rather me go and eat what I buy. While I was out, I received a message from my attorney. She wanted me to call her immediately! I thought this was strange because her office was supposed to be closed this week. I returned her call and she told me my H had retained an attorney. As you may recall, he has been representing himself. This attorney is known to be the most hot shot D attorney in town. It costs ten thousand dollars just to retain him. His wife happens to work at the same place my H does. In fact, her office is right next door. How convenient! I wonder if H got a discount because they knew each other. Mmmm....
Now I probably know why he was taking his file box with him. His attorney probably told him to get it out of the house. I wonder what's coming next. I hear this attorney is mean. I hope they can't force me out of the house.
I now have to fill out a ton of paperwork that his attorney sent to my attorney. I am so sick of filling out paperwork! I thought I was done. He is asking me to pay for his attorneys fees.
I can't believe I once loved this man. He has become evil! I'm also afraid to say or do anything around him. For fear he'll take it to his cutthroat lawyer.
It makes me sad he did this when I have done nothing but show him dignity and grace.
