Next update.... so Sunday I moved to my parents house.
My mother is a terrible cook and W and I used to joke about that. Sunday around 7, I get a TM from W saying she'd have the kids call me after their bath and asked if I ate my mothers cooking. I replied that "yes I ate it and now two things are killing me"
W: "We had spaghetti, how about I pack a lunch for you for tomorrow?"
(I was picking up the kids this morning to take them to school)
M: "That would be very nice. Thank you"
W: "I'll go to it right now"
(10 minutes later)
W: "All done, I'll try not to forget to give it to you in the morning."
M: "Thank you, that makes me feel good that you would do that for me."
W: "I'll always care about you."
WTF?!?!?!??! I'll never understand women. I'm going to divorce you, but let me go pack your lunch first. I really love this women and she obviously cares about me. How the hell do I get her to understand that that is enough of a foundation to rebuild from? Uggggggghhhhhhhh.
Anyway. I'm living in my parents guest room. I'm almost 40 years old. How depressing is that?
Somebody make me feel better.
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