Hi everyone. I almost posted a miserable, depressing entry a few hours ago. I ran out of energy at work. i just did a few things and surfed around this site. Just directionless.
Got home to an empty house and really didn't know what to do with myself.
So when she rolls up, she wants to show me the new tires for her truck (we had to pay 600 prorated warranty). So after she baths D, she asks me whats on her back. I said it looked like an irritated pimple. An old routine of hours. So she's inviting me to touch her.
Then asks to borrow a smoke. I stay upstairs but I hear her talking about the trees from the deck. Sounds like an invitation. I go. We chat about the improvements to the course again, She says this place will be really nice in 5-10 years (So? We won't be here on your plan)
Then she and D get ready for bed, She comes out twice for inane reasons. (ege, Is my 7Up out there? Is the Bachelorette on?) and comes over each time.
She gets up to leave and there's a sticker (D's) stuck to her pj's. So I say "Come her. Got something on you" I pick it off the back of her leg and play it down "Wouldn't want it to wind up in D's hair" Yaeh, she says.
Then, back again to lift her shirt to show the little surgery scars. "See, their getting better, I think. Do yoy think the color will fade? See but this one has a bump in it" She comes over so I can feel them. (Remember, these are laproscopy scars at the beltline.)Then she's talking about her weight getting a little too light. "Nicole said I should come with her to the gym but it would be a waste of money. But I should do something"(I had told her a few times in the past that I would show her how to use the Bowflex) So I say "The offer is still open." She complains about the extra skin and stretch marks she still has and the effort she wasted on the creams because D grew so quickly in the last month she got some anyway. (She went from 128 to 200 at childbirth)Keeps her shirt up while she complains.
Lastly, she starts off on how she looked at co-op housing; how to get on the list; the max payment she'd have. I said, "that's nice but still renting. But definitely affordable."
then she brings up the guy who no-one believs is the OM. "he just sent a text saying he just feel down 8 stairs at home. Landed right at the door of his condo neighbor" Well, I thought this guy lived in a 4 plex not a condo building, I must have an old address from the phone book. But his last name was NOT at the hotel in Edm (though there are others in the vicinity of the mall)
I've asked for some 'help" from a friend to gain access to her cell account details.
I'm going to shop for a month by month GPS phone to watch her truck.
I am not going to do anything with the Do-it-yourself Divorce Kits. She wants it; she can fill it out and slug through all the financial, property, and legal mud. That'll make it never happen.
I have to "make boundary decisions" as events arise.
I have also noticed that she is spitting when she smokes and burping like a trucker. She used to do it "a little" when we first met. But it's really irritating me. After the third one tonight, I said "What did you eat?" She says "Yep, a princess"
But can anybody tell me what all these actions mean? I'm not sure I can see cause/effect in anything I did other than say "OK" when she said she'd bring home papers.
