Bleah, messed up tonight. W started sending me pictures of my step-kids at a local comic book convention, and then started telling me about her day, and she got to meet Norman Reedus who plays Daryl on the tv show Walking Dead (kind of her movie guy crush).
Real chatty, and we joked a bunch via text. Then I asked her when she was bringing the updated paperwork over, and we started talking about R. She said she still meant everything she had said, but "felt" like the dissolution was the right choice. I kind of got mad and said, "You can't even say for sure!"
Then I told her that it was the dumbest thing ever to file divorce when there were so many things we agreed on - being in love, having a good time together, being best friends; and divorce was only because she was worried we'd argue again.
Bleah. A good positive exchange where she went out of her way to tell me about her day, and joke with me, and then self-sabotage. I have got to do this dark thing, come on man! Someone hit me with a 2x4 - although it may take a REAL one.
