W phoned an hour ago. I didn't answer and she didn't leave a message. Fine by me.
I figure she wants money. Four days into her 2 week vacation, and she'll be tapped out tomorrow. And she's 900 miles away, with no gas money to get home and I don't have to answer the phone. I don't have to rescue her. And I don't even want to. I just don't have to answer the phone at all again ever, do I.
And I would so like to tell her to ask OM for money or maybe the posse can help out, but that wouldn't be keeping the road paved, would it. Who is she to me to ask for money? Maybe the road home should be treacherous and steep. I want to ask her where her home even is. She is oblivious to how tenuous her entire lifestyle is.
OK, enough of this wallowing.
This physical separation is good. There are no eggshells in the house. I don't have to listen to her lies or have PMA in the face of her hostility. I realize now how stressful that's been. I eat stress for snacks as a matter of course, but it's not until it's gone that you realize it was there. I do miss the kids though.
I'm still preparing. I closed an old brokerage account last week, applied for car refinancing yesterday, have a couple more things to do this week. Like get my bail money back. Words I never thought I'd say. Have to setup appointment with L this week. I want to have all D paperwork in place and ready to go at the drop of a hat so I can make an irrational emotional decision on the spur of the moment.
And I have a nice wine dinner too this week, if I can still get my reservation in first thing tomorrow. That moves to top of the list.
