OK, a quick update with a few different subjects. Theme of these subjects, W is annoying me. First, my W called me last Thursday, and pressed me to help out pay for d17's college application. I didn't have it, and I reminded her that the substantial tax refunds she was getting were to cover expenses like this.
She then texted me that she had not received the tax refunds. And my tax program let me know when the federal refund came in (2 days earlier), and that the state refund would come in 2 weeks. So I texted W this info with the amounts of the refunds. And she told me I was wrong?! (how dare she!) But I had the tax return right here, and I was annoyed by the information of the returns we both had, and W trying to deny what we both knew.
S13 had his 1st baseball game this past Sunday. I texted W to see if she was going to the game, and thought we would do the child-swap after the game. W told me she was not going to the game but she was cheering for him from afar. S13's 1st game, c'mon it's a couple of hours outside on a nice day. Annoying.
OK, let me get this off of chest. W changed her photo on FB, and her picture is the most unattractive photo she has ever taken. My W is beautiful, don't get me wrong. But this photo has her eyes look like they are different sizes, and she just looks hostile. Her photo is annoying. I hope your getting the theme here. Perhaps this is a sign I am more fully detaching, as I rarely think of her during the week. And when I do, I am annoyed.
Finally, my bit of GAL. I am coming alongside a man in Divorce Care who is separated and having a tough time. He is socially awkward, and has a 2 year Restraining Order against him. He needs a friend right now, so I am regularly checking in on him, and giving him some free legal advice. I am learning more myself from the advice I am giving him.
Also I am getting away next weekend. When I texted W to let her know I would not be taking s13 next weekend, she was annoyed. S13 has Thursday and Friday off from school, and she really wanted the long weekend away from him. Oh well. I get an occasional weekend away for myself to hang out with adults too! There is no way I'm giving up this weekend.
Perhaps this is a sign I am more fully detaching, as I rarely think of her during the week. And when I do, I am annoyed.