kvetching up

If You Didn't Care What Happened To Me Jenny was too tired, too weak and in too much pain to accompany Abby and me on the hunt.  The best laid plans.  .  .and all of that.  So, Abby and I went and did recon all over South Seattle.  From Thornton Creek/Northgate to Judkins Park to South Beacon, we met our realtor and explored. We found no gold, lots of dross, and a bit of something in-between.  I called Jenny from each place, giving her my impression of each. After we finished, Abby and I went and dropped a lot of money on gear for the dog, and grabbed lunch at Sprouts, a chain grocery store I used to frequent in my California days and which has established a beachhead at 130th and Aurora. Jenny managed to get up around 1145 and go to lunch with friends.  She was weak and tired the whole time, I could tell, hearing it in her voice every time I called.  She came home and was feeling low.  Sad and angry her eyes were, her mien sad and quiet....

Entry 1 Soooo, I have been in a hotel for 11 days. I am going with Abby to her sleep study tonight, and then tomorrow will begin staying for a month at an airbnb at 65th and 35th.  Jenny still refuses to stop seeing  Eric  the pinché motherfucker.  I finally realized this means she has chosen him over me.  I'm a bit thick at times, and more of an optimist/idealist than I realized. I have been coming home each day to care for Jenny, and will continue to do so. She is angry whenever I leave. I can't take her anger, the constant texting, the sneaking off and the overt time spent with el pinche rather than with the kids or me. The kids seem to be doing ok, they still see me every day and that will continue.  I apologized again to Leiney for moving out, and she assured me that she doesn't think this is my fault.  Abby is a cipher. Sadness comes in waves, sneaks in when I least expect it.  If home with the girls, sans Jenny, I am content.  Given th...