I foolishly thought (when I planned this family vacation/anniversary trip) that it would be our "lucky number 7" and the fact that we would be in the same place we honeymooned 7 years earlier, would be OH SO ROMANTIC...Ironic is a bit more like it, since I am here with DD and husband is wherever the hell he is living out his 7 year itch, drinking (which is a new one...), and hanging out with a whole new crowd. He hasn't spoken to me in about 2 weeks, so I didn't REALLY expect anything different to happen today, but there is that pitiful, sad, hopeful, glutton for punishment inside of me that kind of hoped there would be some amazing last minute, 3rd act finale that would be a game-changer for this marriage.
Wrong...but he did send me a text to tell me that he transferred 250 bucks into his new account to pay for gas and food.
I only have two things to say...
1) Thank God Disney sells wine by the bottle.
2) In exactly two hours, this f-ed up anniversary from hell will be history.