Still at my house, packing, packing, packing. H on couch w/dog. Moving boxes down to front door, so as to cut down on cost of movers. H hasn't given up a dime toward moving, buying me out of house, etc.

OW calls - silent, vibrate, which if in same room w/H is quite audible. H sitting up, about to answer phone as I'm coming down stairs. Phone goes right back into pocket, I laugh and slooowly re-arrange boxes.

Going back upstairs say 'H, don't let me cramp your style'. H pretends to have no idea what I'm talking about. Say 'Really, H, I'm out in a few more days anyway. Don't let me cramp your style in any way.' Smile. Come back up here.

I'm shaking I'm so pissed. I want to wring his f&*king neck. This, the guy who early in said 'Let's not muddy the water here by bringing in OP'. ARGH!!!! mad mad mad mad

edit: emphasis on the fuming!!!

Last edited by Ruined_No_More; 03/06/10 08:41 PM.
M & H: 40
M: 5.5 T: 7.5
OW: 7/09 Bomb: 9/09
Sep: 3/10 H files 7/10

still m'd, unsure how to procede

Soapie:
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