I'm calm, but my H scares me. I do not want to see him or talk to him, again. I wish he would go away.
I wish I didn't even have a phone at my desk. I mean how dare he even call me!! How dare he call and act like nothing had happened, and then ask about $$! Shows where his head is at, up his A**. This is turning into a nightmare. I truly feel like I'm in a dream that I can't wake up from.
H's stuff is still at our house, H disappears Saturday night, when I know he wasn't "planning" on leaving that night. He flipped out.
