So it looks like XH, straining under the weight of his support obligations, may have to sell the former marital home. He may move in with OW (him: "who knows if that will even happen"). He assures me that the kids will have rooms, as OW has 5 bedrooms but only 2 kids. On an unrelated note, XH recently traded in the former marital giant SUV (from when we had 3 kids in car seats), the affair car "skankmobile" for a compact car. It fits the kids, now that 2 are in boosters, but XH needed OW to cosign. Because she is a moron, she did.
Maybe because I'm sick, maybe because I am stressed by a huge case at work, or maybe because him moving in with her is a trigger, I went on an unholy text rant this morning. He calls me this evening, purportedly to ask about the kids (they've been sick). He then apologizes if he said something that "triggered" me (the hell?? You stopped pretending to R long ago, it's like namedropping), said he'd been so happy we haven't been fighting, and that if indeed he is fucked when OW leaves him (what with the house and car), **we** will deal with that when the time comes. Who the fuck is this "we"?? What dreamland is he living in that he thinks I would help him? What exactly does he think this last year has been about?