Well, put boys to bed last night and read in my room for awhile, came down and W had left. She came home sometime during the night.

Sticking out of her purse this morning was a scrap of paper with PP and a phone number written next to it. Googled the number. Planned parenthood. I feel like I'm in a cheesy movie script right now.

I'd rearranged my work schedule today to take S6 to the dentist, but there was an obnoxious snafu with insurance paperwork so I had to reschedule. S was not excited about having to go to school after all so I took him to a spot to get a cookie before dropping him off. Don't get a lot of one on one time with him so that was nice. W texted asking if I could switch my schedule since the appt was canceled (I'm now working late tonight) because she "wants to study" tonight. I told her that I couldn't switch it back now but she was free to go out tomorrow night. In these situations I build in this expectation that she will be upset at not getting her way, but she just responded "okay".

Just feels like tiptoeing through a minefield these days. I have some hours free so I'm off to the gym and grocery store. I wish I could make a pitstop at the house of some other W who gave a damn about me.


M: 33
W: 33
M: 9 T: 10
3 S's: 8, 6 and 1.5
BD: 8/3/14
Living together