Dearest Son and I did get to
go out for a bit today – FIL told Beloved Hubby they’d found some of our stuff,
so I offered to go get it. I realized on the way there that not only was I
really happy to visit, I felt lighthearted and even a bit eager to. I don’t
like who I become when I live with FIL. I get petty and jealous and angry and I
start believing the worst of everybody around me. I have my reasons (which may
also be petty), but it still doesn’t make me a nice person to be around. Even I
don’t like myself. But when I’m away from him, I don’t care what he does, his
deeds don’t immediately affect us 98% of the time, so I can enjoy being around
him. Since I don’t have to depend on him, or have to ensure I know where everything
is all the time, his more charming aspects are more readily apparent. I’m sure
he and MIL have similar issues with me, I am simply too trifling to care what
they are, but in short (too late !), we’re better off separated.
And they’re doing well, they’ve
of course moved back into the main house, out of the much colder Garpartment, and
they’re about where we are in their move. Stuff is in the house where it
belongs, but not everything is in the room where it’s going yet. We still have
bookcases in the garage, they got half-unpacked boxes everywhere. However, I’m still
small enough to snort that they were so anxious for us to get our stuff out so
they could stage ThatPit to sell it – and now that all our stuff is gone, they
got so many huge piles of clothes scattered around that MIL had to kick several
out of the way for me to get to our little stack of stuff. If they’re staging,
they’re evidently going with a ‘pre-Hoarders’
theme, which is intriguing, but unlikely to help sell the place.
We also got to hit Dollar
Tree, which was packed. I think today is the first day of Winter Break for the
schools, there were kids everywhere at noon. Even with Christmas fast
approaching, I can’ t think of a thing I’d want, except tasty snack food and
some home improvements we’ll get to soon enough. Money, of course, but you can’t
buy money, especially with what we have to spend. There’s no dolls I want, no
fabric, no hobby stuff, nothin’. I am content, if hungry – and usually I’m not
even hungry, I just get the idea that I want cheese crackers, and then try to
talk m’self out of going to get ‘em.
We’ll have a few bucks to
get Dearest a couple games to put under the tree, and some little things, but
on the whole, I think we’re all content. It’s wonderful !
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