You know? I got tired of being pleasant, sweet and cheerful. I got to have my say. I got to give my point of view. I got to show my anger at the situation and his inability to express himself.

He arrived an hour late and refused to look at me. He got to see the vacation home with bare walls and no sign of my stuff. I have no idea why he didn't move my stuff out of sight as I had done with his at our home. It looked like I was still staying there. So, I "helped" by moving it out. Why would that upset him (I know, mind reading) enough to not look at me? Did he LIKE it surrounding him?

I feel surprisingly good. More focused. Stronger. My door is still propped open, but my back is to it.

H and I still have things to accomplish together before this D is up. He called to check on our appliance this morning and waited here for the repairman until I was almost home. Waved as he passed me. Called to check on appliance and, when I tried to get him off the phone, wanted to talk politics. As if nothing happened. He still is trying to be friends. SMDH.
This MLC is just sad. But my blasting really seems to have helped me drop the rope. I can feel better about moving forward now. Still hoping he finds his way out.


M-51 H-54
2D-27 and 25
M-26 yrs
Bombshell and IHS 7-29-15
He moved out 10-3-15
D filed 1-27-16
D final 10-27-16

Kindness, kindness, kindness.