My W called me on my cell phone and told me she opened up her own checking account, not that I mind, because it is something we had discussed. She was upset because yesterday we had a certian amount of money in our joint checking account, and today it was considerably less. I quickly got on the net and pulled up our account and told her in a calm voice what had gone through, our checking account has been a source of many an arguement in the past.
The heart palpatations came when she was discussing her vehicle that she wrecked and how the local Ford dealership has had it for a week and the rental car bill is mounting up. I told her not to worry about it and that we'd take care of it, she said, "Well, I'm the one thats going to be stuck with the car payment after the D, so you shouldn't care." Everytime she mentions the D word, my heart skips a beat and I get sick to my stomach, and I instinctivley want to go into pity mode were I try and talk her out of it, but I am bound and determined that I will not do it. I had thought she may have noticed that I was not the same person I used to be and was becoming a better person and a "real man". I realize it has only been a month since she dropped the bomb, but man! This is killing me inside.
"Anyone who is among the living, has hope." (Eccl 9:4)
