Well 2 days of working almost solely with the OW and I'm about ready to throw in the towel. I cannot stand her smugness. I hate that I seem unable to perform at 100% when she is in the room - because I can't help the energy that goes into making my blood boil, my brain scream and my hands want to beat her to a pulp.
I hate that my new job, which would be otherwise a lot of fun, is tainted by her poisonous presence.
And no word from the wife re the separation papers. She'd better get her arse in gear.
Reality is that which, if you don't believe in it, doesn't go away.