W called as I was driving in to work. This time I answered. She just asked how I was doing, how the dog was doing. Mentioned that she had called a few times and couldn't get hold of me. I gave one word answers to everything and didn't engage in anything.
I know it came off a little cold, because she ended with "Well, ok then..." in a tone that showed a little frustration.
I find it hard to put any sincerity in anything she says -- why ask me how I am when you spent all day yesterday texting and calling your boyfriend? How the hell do you think I am? She knows how I feel and she's just killing me.
Amazingly, she didn't ask for money, and I know she's hit her card limit again.
I find myself being extremely angry with her right now; in full victim mode. I find myself wanting to pack up her crap while she's gone and putting it in the garage. List the house and move on. Don't come back because you've no home here.
I seem to be having a giant lapse in detachment, maybe because the house is empty.
D13 called last night. She sounded very tired, so I know the kids had fun at the water park. They're all leaving there this morning, and will be going back to spend the next two weeks with MIL/SIL. Everyone will be on eggshells.
