W wants to have a pow-wow this a.m. about parenting S8, who has been questioning her about her NOT wearing her wedding band, and whose general attitude/disposition toward W -- she feels -- has been deteriorating.
I have been afflicted by AndrewP's predilection for mind reading. My brain is buzzing -- not from my doubleshot espresso this morning -- but from the fear of a mini- or midsized-BD.
I feel like Voldemort is squatting in the back half of my head, and has popped two bloodshot eyeballs out the back, and is drooling viciously. Yesterday FB gave me one of those blasts-from-the-past photos, showing our family when S8 was born. I felt like I was looking at us in a parallel universe, a W whose warmth and beauty I could no longer recognize. She was beautiful to me because she was so warm.
Now I expect to come away from the mid-morning pow-wow w/ some horrific death nugget for my brain about an announcement about some EA/PA that my S8 has inadvertently witnessed, and has affected his attitude.
God damn all this to hell.
Me: 50, MLC/WW 45 Young kids Nov 2015: BD1 Apr 2016: BD2 Jan 2017: W filed Feb 2017: D final