kvetching up

My sleep hygiene is worse than my dental hygiene, and that says alot.  I went to sleep this morning after 4 a.m. , yesterday, about 3:30.  I got up, thanks to Buddy's insistent coaxing, just after 9.  After I had brewed coffee, Jenny came out of the bedroom and into the the living room, just around 10 am. She was in pain, so I comforted her. We snuggled on the couch for hours, watching first Seinfeld and then 2.5 hours of Who Killed Jeffrey Epstein.  The modem went on the  fritz after the first two episodes but t it just needed a reboot.   At 1:22 p.m. Abby was finally ready for our drive to Renton originally scheduled for 10 a.m.  I had let her sleep. Given her sleep patterns are as fucked up as mine, and the reaction one gets from a teenager when they are disturbed, I opted not to bother her.  Oh, also, given my ADD addled mind, I also forgot that I had promised to wake her. Abby drove via 25th until it turns into Montlake and then into 23r...

Moni popped by this morning to drop off meds for Jenny that we had sequestered because of her recent suicidal ideation, but that Jenny will need next week, post chemotherapy. Moni is leaving to go to Sun Valley with Chris.  I asked her if she knew that things with  Eric  the pinché motherfucker and Jenny continue apace, as if I had never disclosed anything.  If anything, Jenny seems emboldened, btw. More on that in a moment.  Moni said Jenny had told her that last Thursday.  So, my intuition is much better than it had been.  The suicide was driven, not so much by the chemo, but by the fear she had lost Eric because I told Kandice.   At one this afternoon, Jenny was on a call with a prospective therapist for Abby.  Abby has dumped 4 or 5 therapists over the last year and we desperately want her to have one, what with COVID-19 and distance learning, the loss of both Mic and Bea, Jenny's cancer, and Jenny's long-term and ongoing affair...

On Monday, I woke up in the smelly Airbnb apartment and decided I wasn't going to wait any longer.  I told her sisters and at 9:38 a.m., I called  Eric  the pinché motherfucker's wife Kandice at work, Banner Bank.  I told her about the affair. High level information, 3 years, Vegas trip in 2019, hotels every month, sometimes 2x a month. Venmoing money with lewd messages.  I apologized profusely for not telling her before this, but explained Jenny had threatened to go off chemo if she couldn't see  Eric  the pinché motherfucker.  Kandice repeatedly said it wasn't my fault. I was crying. She asked if Jenny had a birthday recently, I answered, yes, January 19, isn't his January 10? She said that explains the birthday card she had found. The call lasted 10 minutes. No way to put that genie back in the bottle.  After 6 months, I couldn't help myself.  Jenny operates under the belief she should be able to do anything that makes her happy,...

Jan 20 2021 Family Meeting  JANUARY 20, 2021 How was the party?    9:46 AM I am at a hotel, hanging with Abby. Jenny called a family meeting, earlier today after I returned from the hotel. She told the kids the marriage was broken long before Eric. Also, she barely sees him. I said that I would contest that. That I thought things were getting better, we had been looking for a house (even if true, doesnt justify aggressively lying to me) and the kids and I thought things had improved. I said i am leaving because of Eric the pinché motherfucker. She then, for whatever reason, started telling the kids she only learned in sept that i had sex with sonia multiple times. The kids made her stop. It was despicable. She just kept on going, saying she doesnt know if she has 1, 2, 3 or six months, so she has to make the most of it. Began to explain this is why she is out with friends all the time. Leiney told her she was mad at her. She said it seems like whenever she feels well, s...