I posted an entry last night, but changed my mind. It’s gone now.
I am having a sad day. I wish it were only this day. It’s not.
Work is mind-blowingly busy and so much harder than it has to be. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
We were to close on another rental property yesterday, but Cowboy found lots of water under the house. We backed out. In true Cowboy form, he is not worried that we won’t be refunded our $500 earnest money. He is worried they will sue us. (Isn’t that why you have a final walk-through before closing? Has anyone else experienced this?)
Said conversation between us gets heated and we have another drama-filled night. I hate drama-filled nights. I have drama-filled days. I want peaceful, contented nights.
We have those nights much too often. When he is upset, he usually ends up speaking of divorce or just leaving to go back to Alabama. He’s packed bags on several occasions.
I’m sorry your business is stressful to you, Cowboy. My job is stressful, too. Then I come home and have jobs #2 (Curt) and #3 (house) to do. It would be helpful if you would pick up your damned pants and put your coffee cup in the sink.
Curt is making great progress. That being said, the worry is always, constantly in the back of my mind. Always.
I’m physically and mentally exhausted. I want to take Curt and run away. But, to where?
The sun is finally shining again. It can’t hurt.