So I come home tonight after teaching a class and my wife has taken my parking spot in the garage. Whatever. I park in the street. It's snowing bad outside, and at 9:30 she says she can move my car into the driveway for me so it's safer (she had been shoveling the driveway, for some reason, so I had to park in the street).
So I go out to move it, and she's outside, smoking, and using a cell phone I've never seen before. I surprised her without her knowing, and she whirled around and hid it. I then walked up to her and said, "What are you doing?" and "Whose cell phone is that?" and she immediately went into her "Oh, I'm borrowing this from a friend" and then "It's my friend A's..." So I calmly said, "You know, you don't have to lie anymore. There's no reason for it. " She said "I know!" and I simply repeated myself, went and moved my car, locked it (I keep some stuff in there I don't want her getting a hold of), and walked in.
When she came in, I told her calmly that, now that I know she has another phone, I'm going to move ahead and cancel the one I am paying for in order to save money. She got defensive and walked out. So I waited, and then calmly (again...) asked her, "What would you like me to do? It's not cost effective for me to have to pay for a phone you obviously don't use anymore except to call me. But I need to know your new number, whenever you choose to "get" this phone as your own, so I can contact you when you have the boys or in an emergency." She said she'd take care of it the next couple of days.
Ugh. Did I handle that well? It took all my energy not to say, "Are you a flippin idiot? You can't borrow a cell phone from someone else and try it out. Only an idiot would say that with a straight face."
I texted her closest sister, who was annoyed, and said that my wife had called her parents to tell them she wouldn't have a cell phone soon because she "can't afford it." I told her sister that I think my wife is trying to play the sympathy card. "Oh woe is me, please send money, my meany of a H is making me poor."
And so it continues. Getting a consult to go on antidepressants tomorrow. The mood swings are killing me.
