Disclaimer to all reading Number8's thread... I refuse to call her EIGHT, and not sure how she got the name, but she is a true TEN! She will forever be TEN to me!
Me-46, D-21, S15, S13
After many years w/my head in the sand... I FILED Divorced 6/2011
The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.
Had an excellent visit with my loving father tonight. He stopped by for a few short minutes and was able to share a great number of his thoughts in just that little bit of time.
Summary of visit:
*father told me that I was too skinny. He said you could notice it in my jaws. [My jaws? Aren't those bones? Maybe he meant my cheeks. Which are fine, by the way. If they weren't, then my grandmother would have already pointed that out to me.] *he told me to kick H's a$$ out (once again) and throw his $h!+ in the yard (once again) *he asked me if I'd been doing yard work (as I stood covered in dirt, gardening gloves in hand, shovel propped on porch, and contents of bags of topsoil nearby) *he said that Boxer dog was wild. Too wild! [He said this as he kept slapping him on the rear and raising his hand over his head so dog could jump for it.] *he said Boxer dog sure had porked up. [One of us is too skinny, the other too fat.] *he told me he was going to kill the bird who keeps [edited] on his SUV. The bird must have just decided to make a whole day of it, he said. *he upped the intensity on my weight when he did his blue-eyed glare, complete with vertical eyebrows. He half-shouted, "You need to put on the pounds!" Then he cast his eyes at poor chubby Boxer dog but didn't say a word. *he said, "Send that [edited] some divorce papers!" This was also in a half-shout. *I hugged him and thanked him for coming. As he was getting in his bird-stained vehicle, he shouted at me, "Eat!" I nodded and waved, and then I went inside and ordered a pizza for dinner.
Yet another supportive and productive family moment.
Have been enjoying beautiful sunny days and time with friends. Had another productive session with IC yesterday (will post notes tomorrow).
H still has not been back to collect, pack, or move any of his things. Based on his schedule, I expected him to come yesterday morning and this morning, and I had left a note on the door for him both days. Both days, the note was still on the door when I got home.
IC said that I have been doing the right thing (since H and I last discussed his packing and moving) by not asking questions, issuing a deadline, or pushing him in any way. I referred to it as opening the cage door or dropping the rope. She took it further and said I'm removing myself from possible blame. If I don't try to keep H from leaving, keep him from getting his things, force him to get his things, ask him questions about when he's getting his things, tell him a deadline for getting his things, or try to reason with him about anything, then he can't blame me. Aha! Another important revelation!
It's possible that he'll come on Friday morning to pack or get some things. I don't believe that he would come over the weekend since I'll be here (except when I'm out doing many interesting and entertaining things).
Hope everyone is doing well and enjoying this week!
