Hey guys, I'm back from agreat week. I'll try to check in with y'all when I have a chance, but I was happy to hear from Seattle and that Karen is doing well.
While it seems like eons ago, W returned from the beach last Saturday and the rest of the weekend was the most toxic ever between us. After some mild efforts to reach an interim agreement on out sitch, I took all my "friendly" DBing over the past year and tossed it aside when she began pursuing me and let her know that since I have hired in response to her chosen path, my attorney will handle all my issues and if it takes $20,000 and a judge to decide our fate, so be it. Rather than validate her claims of "abuse," I told her to stuff it and that the real one in this R who has been abused is me--and all of our friends know it. Basically, I pulled a four-year old's routine--"I know you are, but what am I?" Fight fire with fire, right? We couldn't even stay in the same room for more than 15 seconds.
We had virtually no contact for the week as I handed the phone to my kids when she called and I called for them.
As for the trip, what a blast. The kids did great even though I probably pushed them as hard as they've been pushed on a trip in their lives.
Our final destination was my aunt/uncles farm in southeast Ohio 500 miles away, but we ddi it via the Little League World Series, Niagara Falls, Cleveland to see our visiting Yankees, and a return through Pittsburgh and another ballgame meeting good family friends from DC (my poor girls) and Hershey, PA. Aside from typical sibling bickering (and being together seven straight days), they had a blast and really did not complain once about the trip. In fact, this was a trip I never could have done with W who would have complained half the time--especially about one true rathole hotel we experienced on our first night. Her complaining would have trickled down to the kids who would have whined as well. Instead, the kids laughed about the rathole, and got a stiff upper lip at other tiring times and we moved on.
When we got home, I made no eye contact with W other than to ask her who was taking care of our kids while she worked this week.
Like I said, I'll try to check in with others, but I have a crazy week ahead. I'm with the kids tomorrow as W works and I now have an immediate work project that requires my fullest attention--and the GOP Convention is in town with a few events for me to attend. Right now, I don't give a rat's a$$ about W or this M.
