Well, yesterday made 8 weeks. Today is the 17th anniversary of our first date. He came last night and got all of his big, more costly things (motorcycle, bad boy buggy, big green egg, etc,). He'll be moving out of his parents motorhome Tuesday and into one of their rent houses. He's still paying the bills but not providing gas, grocery, etc. money. I'm still looking for a job. I've gotten food stamps and Medicaid for the first time in my life. The papers have been ready for me to sign for quite a while but I can't do it. He's paying the bills, food stamps cover groceries, Medicaid covers medical, and when I get a job, it'll cover gas and spending money. There's still been no clear explanation as to what happened. He still tells the kids no when they ask him to come home. Our deacon is convinced that he's depressed and doesn't know what he's doing. I invited him over to have a drink last night (which we never do) and he refused bit instead brought his cousin with him to get his stuff. Took that to mean he had protection from me talking or trying something. Still just doing the one day at a time thing. I do not understand how after 17 years together, one can just up and leave with no warning and nothing happening in years to warrant such a thing.
