Well, I just got back from a stormy lunch, and I don't mean the weather. As we were walking in the restaurant, she asked me if I'd given any more thought about the house. I told her, "yes, I have. I don't want to move." She was pissed. It was one of those lunches where we were either arguing or not talking to one another. Actually, she was the one arguing most of the time. I was doing an admirable job of HOM. She was minimizing my reasons for staying, and maximizing her reasons for moving. Said she "hated" our neighborhood. Said she had made ALL the sacrifices and wondered when it would be "her turn."
As tempted as I was to bring up the sex issue (when is it MY turn?, what about the sacrifice I make EACH day?), I didn't want her to equate the two...as if I was punishing her for not ML with me. That's definitely not what this is about. It's just plain insane to move.
She cried a bit, she fumed, she tried to narrow the scope of my objections (very lawyerly that, and I called her on it), and I just HOM. She even said that she would call her old employer (150 miles away) to see if they still had a job for her. I said, "if that's what you feel you need to do."
At the end of it all, I paid, she got up and walked out; I trotted behind her, and, when it was time to cross the street, she went straight (this restaurant was in walking distance of her office) and didn't even say good bye. I went to my van and drove back to my office.
It's going to be a real firecracker of a weekend, as we are planning a 7 hour drive to her mom's to celebrate the 4th. We leave tomorrow (Friday) afternoon.
Prediction: "Hairdog, why don't you just stay here by yourself. DD3 and I will go to (destination) by ourselves."
