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.

X


M: 39 W: 37
Married: 9
D5; S3
"It's Over" 09/26/10
11 Day Sep 10/10
Piecing Starts 11/4/10
Piecing Fails 4/11
I move out 5/11
Hire Lawyer 6/11 - Stall 6/22/11
Piecing #2 - 6/22/11
Home 10/11