Sorry—still going. I feel like he’s treating me like a kid again, “taking care” of things with the landlord and then telling me “just so I know.” IMO she should be able to raise rent whether or not we’re D—if he can’t deal with the increase, that’s his problem, not hers. The financial crisis is another story, but I think he was just throwing out anything he could to get sympathy and does seem to enjoy telling others about D and probably weaving some story about how he would have done it but he can’t kick me out or something. Does anyone he talks to see through this? He has a different excuse every time for 10 months in why he hasn’t filed.
I want to call our mutual friend to vent, the one I usually talk to over dinner, but I know he’s still hanging out with her. Maybe that’s not a good idea now. I know she thinks he’s being ridiculous. I just feel like I have no one to talk to here, and it’s SO hard being in the house with him already.
I know DBing is for me and not the M, but in moments like this I just throw up my hands cry. I can’t believe this is the person I married. I can’t believe all of his good memories are buried. I can’t believe I don’t know him anymore.
I know you said to breathe, Job. There’s so much stress from every angle now. I’m trying. I’m trying to remember I just have to outlast this, but it doesn’t seem like there will be an end.
