kvetching up

Jenny was away at a party from early afternoon well into the evening yesterday.  She spent time with Leiney and I when she got home, watching a television show. She was really on her phone about the entire time. She did eventually put the phone down. She was so spent after the long day, and especially since she is still hooked to the chemo pump, that she fell asleep holding the phone. We got her to bed, and Leiney and I hung out for a couple more hours watching television. Today, both girls were out--Abby had acting and Leiney worked.  Just after Abby got home, Jenny took a three hour nap.  Her chemo pump didn't come off until 5:30, and that along with poor sleep wiped her out. I woke her at 5.  She got up around 5:30 or so, giving her enough time to take the pump off before going to see The Eagles this evening with Jennifer, the same person whose party she attended yesterday. She did have lunch with Abby today, which isn't nothing. Tonight, I took the girls to ...

Two years. She has copped to it. The story doesn't matter. She says two years. Her fuzzy memory finding great clarity. Then, with even greater specificity. July 28, 2018. It doesn't fit her narrative that this all started because we were so miserable.  We had, as she pointed out when she decided to give me a precise date,  just gotten back from a lovely trip across Europe.  It was so lovely.  I don't remember even bickering. We had, what i thought was a blissful vacation.  All of it. So, I am certain she is still lying about the date-especially given the proof I have found that this stretches back to at least the beginning of 2018.  Leiney found out on Saturday morning around 10:45.  Sitting next to Jenny on the couch as Jenny scrolled through texts, Leiney saw conversations Jenny and I were having about the affair. Jenny didn't think to hide it from Leiney. Leiney told Jenny she'd seen the texts, apparently. Chemo brain or she just doesn't give a fuc...