kvetching up

 Entry 1    3:48 a.m. Why am I awake?

Entry 1           Note to self: Never use Old Republic Escrow company if you can help it.  A frantic 7 a.m. e-mail from them asking where the wire transfer is, started the day.  I ignored it, we set the  transfer to take place today, and let the escrow company know that last week.  When Jenny responded and said the money was coming and told them the name of the investment firm it was coming from, Old Republic sent a form demanding we complete it because the money was coming from an individual. This all before 8 a.m.  Jenny let them know, actually the investment firm is not an individual.  Its a national firm, one would think an escrow company might be familiar with it's name.  Anyway, the money has been wired, and now we wait for the word of official closing.  That I have work today is good and bad, I need the distraction, but want to be holding the keys now.

Same As It Ever Was. Entry 1 Jenny has just returned from the chiropractor.  She came in, acting clearly and looking guilty.  She has with Eric   the pinché motherfucker .  I have to let it go. She thinks I'm stupid, she must, or simply doesn't give a fuck or both.  It's tiring, and I just don't understand.  I just don't.  She really doesn't give a fuck about me. I spend my days caring for her when she is debilitated, I have come back home to keep her from killing herself because she has been suicidal. And. It. Just. Doesn't. Stop. To be clear, I am not pleased that she is seeing him, but that is not what is upsetting. She gave me her word she would tell me when she was seeing him, and has never kept that promise. Jenny is feeling remarkably better.  I must note that she hasn't brought up Eric   the pinché motherfucker , except to suggest he come move the desk and the couch on Saturday, if I am not interested in doing it.  Which, tells m...