W called the day after the 28th consecutive "YOU ruined my life speech" to see if I was ok from her verbal beating she administered. I replied I was, and that it was good for her to vent (how many vent sessions does one need to feel better?)
Just checking she asks. Ok I say. Have a good day-talk to you later. Goodbye.
Next day she calls to let me know our daughter in Phx (200 miles away) has some medical issues and she is going down to help. Can I come over and pick up anything to take down? She asks. No thanks I say. Talk to you later-goodbye.
Like all of a sudden she is a delivery service? Has to come over after the boycotting? I find myself getting mildly ammused over this, but more so just tired of it.
I'm minding my P's & Q's till I can get to Mexico and chill for awhile. It is refreshing to get to a point that you discover, you really don't need them to survive after all. It even gets you a little po'd at yourself for even thinking that all these years. I believe we are seeing some progress.
