Well, rest assured this "3 month hiatus" is no longer a factor. I have the utmost confidence that they have no current intentions of cutting off communcation, be it for three months, three days, or eternity. Apparently OM bought her a cell phone - I guess to keep their communications that much more secret (although there are other things she could do to keep their communications much more secret). On an ironic note, her regular cell phone is kaput due to babies doing something to it - even I can't figure out what happened to the thing. Can't say I'm too upset about that... except that I'll probably end up paying for a new one. Although, I'm tempted to tell her she can just use the one OM bought her. Yes, I know about this other phone due to on-going snooping. Can't stop. It's all the addiction and obsession everyone says it is. My IC says I should ask W to change her email password. I think I'm going to have to do that. I just worry about a flood of "I know this and I know that" coming out with it.
On a side note, W just came back with our two girls from a 9 day trip. I was overjoyed to see my girls - I really could have cared less to see W, particularly with all the negative vibes coming off her at the airport, on the drive home, and then at home. Sure, she's beat from the trip, but damn is she being negative. No doubt partially (maybe mostly) because she's away from OM, since they spent the last 4 nights of her trip together. Oh, and her internet connection on her laptop is not working. Mine's just fine. She probably thinks it's something I did on purpose - which it's not... this time, at least. What's interesting is she could just go to her desktop computer and chat OM up just fine there, but she's not doing so.
Here I sit, on the other sofa, not 10 feet from her, not knowing wtf to do. She's not much for conversation, right now, and she's not been much for anything involving physical proximity for some time. Figure I'll just let her be and go about my business... of which there is very little at such a time of night, except futz around on my laptop... in the livingroom... on the sofa... not 10 feet away from her. Oh, the agony. Wish I could just go grab DR and keep reading.
