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?
Funny how it's "we" when he needs/wants something.
Two steps forward and one step backwards, is still progress.
**we** will deal with that when the time comes. Who the fuck is this "we"??
There ain't no *we* in d-i-v-o-r-c-e-d.
In my effort to be *concise*, I often come off as blunt and harsh. Sorry, don't mean to be offensive.
it's like namedropping
Oh, my ribs.
Maybe he didn't get the memo...