Wow! It's been a day and a half since I last posted. Based on the craziness of this past week it seems like forever ago.
So yesterday was low key, uneventful. By that I mean she has not brought up anything about moving out or filing or anything of those sorts. To be honest, I've dimmed down some. Not totally dark, but a lot dimmer. It's more peaceful for me mentally.
The weirdest thing that happened yesterday was that she asked if I could either drive my truck or let her for a local parade that she was supposed to be involved in. She originally asked this past Sunday, as well as saying she had a VA k up truck if I didn't want to. The original plan, a few weeks ago, was for her to do her thing; and for me to tale the kiddos, which u wanted to do. Amyways, at the last minute, who does she ask? She has no back up plan evidently. The boys and I o to wash the truck just in case. The main reasons I was unclined to help out was for the kids (they were going to rude in the back), to be the better not bitter man, and to wash my truck. It's been forever since I washed it and it was a fun thing to do with the boys. To end this long story, her club cancelled out of the parade so I did look like the better guy and my truck is clean.
So if I would have posted yesterday, it would have been a rant. A rant regarding how ridiculously dirty our home has become. I say this because I'm not super cleaning like I used to (a 180 for me), and she's living like a teen ager - cell phone by her side at all times, FBing, and looking up music videos on YouTube. Funny how cleaning was important when the OM was to come over, and then let everything else fall to sh*t.
Today us actual 9 year anniversary, and I'm nowhere near as messed up as I was on my birthday, just a few days ago. Again, I'm at peace with where I am in this whole scenario. I do not like it of course, but for now, I can accept it. Never did I think I'd be here, but I am. Perhaps a gift I received on my birthday was mental stability. The W's stopped by earlier to give us an anniversary card. She's like the one person who didn't know about us, at least until now. This was largely due to the fear that she would go off and chastise W. Fortunately she didn't, at least that is what W told me. The grandmother did suggest that we try to work things out in the house. Oh and that the house was a mess.
That may.have been why the W earlier mentioned she needed a bed, not a couch. A comical heart warming thing that occurred before she and D went to Zumba, is that she said something incorrectly. I politely corrected her (not being rude / inside joke kind of a thing). Her response, "That's what happens when you're married to an English teacher.".
So Tori, and others, there's the update. Be careful what you ask for. .
Oh, and Happy 9th Anniversary to me, as I at least have 3 beautiful children as a result of this marriage.
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