After another weekend away...

This past weekend,  her boyfriend took her to an Air Supply concert.  I stayed home and worked.  Each night for me was over by 9:30 pm. I did nothing much except veg on the couch.

Today (Monday) she comes home whimpering about stomach cramps again after going to the hospital... again.
If she misses much more work, I'll need to go back to full  time.  I'm not going to lose my own financial progress due to her inability to keep a job.

I have no loyalty to her any more. I've washed my hands of her. I'll have to monitor her work, as I suspect her income will drop off with all the time she's missing.

In about 4 weeks, she'll be gone again for the weekend when she goes to Daytona with him.

The time is near...

I won't let Sarah back in this house.
She comes over.... I have 30 days to move.

Period.

Time is nearing

Tonight,  amid all the hubbub surrounding her wishes to amend custody,  accusatory emails and teenage PMS, she blurts out that she thinks she should stay home more often to keep me company.

Of course,  skeptic that I am, I suspect another reason... guilt for being away all weekend or perhaps guilt for plans discussed.

No matter.  I don't see her being around me much longer.  I see different paths in the future