Preparing myself mentally to move into my new place. Not a fun emotional exercise.
Quote: Are you keeping the kids AND trying to move??
No, but trying to keep to my regular schedule. Hard to keep my emotions in check as the reality of moving all my stuff is rapidly approaching.
Quote: Because I am gonna flip right the hell out if that is what is happening....
No, but there was more stuff last night and today. My W called me to tell me that she found our cat, who is mostly indoors, outside last night and looking terrible. She took the cat to the emergency vet and I picked up the cat today and took her to a different hospital. Here's the sticky part. I brought that cat to the marriage. When my W kicked me out she told me she is keeping the two cats I brought into the M. I told her fine, the cats should stay with D5 anyway. My W keeps telling me that I need to make a decision and I tell her that WE need to make the decision. She says nothing except what do you want to do? I told her I wanted to save my cat and it isn't the cat's fault that we have other circumstances that are even making her care a question. Anyway, I get the estimate from the hospital and my W says she has NO money to pay for the cat's care. I told her, well, this is all about CHOICES, choices in how money is spent and you just made my decision for me. I told her I had to go. I lost it. I was crying. She calls me back to ask me what I did. I made the decision to give my cat a chance to live. She asks me who are they going to call? I told her that I told them to ONLY call me. She then asks me if I am taking her? I told her I am not a heartless SOB. Her response? Sometimes you are. I again told her I needed to go.
Such as life. Perhaps my friend is correct. Perhaps this behavior is who she has always been and I just refused to see it. I don't want to believe that. I love her. I see the beauty in who she is not the ugliness in her hurt, anger and resulting reactions.
