Hey, folks. Sorry for the long bout of blog – neglect here. I have been in hiding, sort of.
Two weeks ago my attorney and I sat down and came up with a financial proposal for the STBE (Soon-to-be Ex) to hopefully agree to accept. I know better, though. I am waiting for the screams and yells to reach me here in hiding 220 miles away. I am a bit of a chicken. I hate confrontations of this kind so I ran like the coward I am hoping that the STBE would only rant at the lawyer.
Weirdly I haven’t heard a word from either of them and it is freakin’ me out a little bit, to tell you the truth.
So here I am at my friend’s house for nigh on two weeks and I am dreading the fact that on Monday I HAVE to go back home and deal with all of this shit like an adult. My STBE works across the street from my house so he will know I am home within minutes of my arrival. GOD! I so want to move out of this fishbowl I’ve been living in.
Meanwhile D. got a job so he’s feeling good again. He filled out all the paperwork yesterday for the new employer, took care of car stuff, and we had just sat down on the front porch with a nice bottle of wine when the phone rang telling him his mother had been taken to the hospital for a fall. She’s 85 years-old and not healthy to begin with so you can imagine his reaction. No one seemed to know if it was serious, whether bones were broken, or she was stable. There was only this wee bit of info to scare the crap out of him. We waited for more info from D.’s aunt but when the call came there was nothing new to tell, only that she was still in emergency and the doctors were trying to figure out what to do with her next. ????? WTH?
Since D.’s mom lives two-and-one-half hours from here and he HAD to show up for his first day of work, and he still knew next to nothing when we went to bed at 11:30 last night, you can imagine the quality of our rest. I think we both dozed off for an hour around 4:00 a.m.. The alarm went off at 6:30.
So today I stayed here at his house to man the phones in case something new came through about his mother but so far nothing. I’m glad that my selfish retreat to my boyfriend’s house resulted in me being able to be here for him when things got crazy. So some good may come of me being in seclusion yet. We’ll see.