Well, your advice and my acceptance of it got me through the night. W is quite pleasant, acting as if nothing has happened. I feel like I live in Florida. The ocean seems so calm and peaceful; you just want to jump right in and play. Then the hurricanes come!
I'm still hurt, but I'm not moaning an groaning to her. I didn't sleep with her last night; in fact one kids slept with me. I guess D7 felt sorry for me.
I know a closet isn't that hard to build, but the rooms are pretty small, so any closet added to an existing bedroom will cut down the size of the bedroom or an adjacent room. IKEA has some nice wardrobes that she says she likes; also we could remake the existing closets to make them more efficient. We never seem to get it done.
W said last night that many of our neighbors, including the mothers of D7's classmates, have slighted her and insulted her in many ways. I nodded, but I want to tell her to grow up. These neighbors are talkative, confident and active. W and I are quiet, somewhat insecure, and rather lazy. There are hundreds of people living in our neighborhood. Surely they don't all hate her. In any case, it's not my problem. I'll listen and I'll offer advice, but she needs to change. I don't talk to the neighbors much, but then I don't really want to.
