She called me up at noon to invite me out to lunch; I was just finishing a tour of an apt. and said that lunch would be nice. Lunch was good, I'm always up for Mexican food.
What we were going to do was dessert. I told her that I thought staying together for the girls would be a bad idea. That we'd be setting the wrong example for them about what a healthy relationship is supposed to look like. I don't want my daughters thinking roommates and fsckbuddies are a normal marriage.
She's as screwed up as I was after the Bomb. Clinging to any idea to stay together. Says that if we weren't in so much debt, she thinks she'd be able to separate her thoughts. Says she leans on me so much, depends on my companionship, my help as a father.
I told her about the apt, and another one I inquired about. She thinks that it would be a waste of money to have two households. Which is true if we were reconciling, but not in our sitch.
