I was thinking while I was driving back from a meeting, I said over the weekend i didnt want the house, that I would leave town to get a new start. but....I'm not sure what I want to do, actually. I might want the house if his sorry behind was out of it. Although s would be so upset either way, I really do worry about what all the upheaval would to his diabetes control. Any thoughts, Ellie? that poor kids been through so much. Honestly, the best thing for him would probably be for me to close a blind eye and keep on keeping on.
the thought of hauling his stuff to his office is really mind boggling. I can't imagine what he would do. big question is, he has 28 years worth of "stuff"...it would be no smaller a task than moving a mountain to move it all. what would I move????
can I do that legally? can I have the locks changed in a hurry? dunno, dunno, dunno.
what strikes me again though is those darn weird vibes. no matter how much I try to stuff them down when they hit, there is a certain type of them that I can't describe, they are just "knowing" in some way...and I hate it.
Just not sure how to proceed...I dont suppose he's gonna snap out of it this time, and she sure as heck isnt giving up unless he tells her to.
I just had a thought...I bet she put the damned stuffed dog in her car window just about the time he started calling her. the woman will stop at nothing to get on my nerves. unfortunately, it works.
