I worked from home today, and as the day went on, my headache subsidized, the fever dropped and my neck is now only slightly stiff. I still look like crap, for some reason. But at least I feel a little more confident in saying, “I don’t have meningitis.” I’m better. If it comes back, I’ll go straight to the doctor, I promise.
I got a couple of things done around here tonight, like hang a light from IKEA in the second bedroom/office. There are no ceiling fans in the bedrooms in this house, and as a result the rooms are a little stuffy and underlit. I can’t do any extensive electrical work–not just because I’m renting but because I don’t know how to do extensive electrical work– so hanging a light from a hook and tacking down the cord along the ceiling and wall is the extent of it, for now. I like the way the room looks now. I just need to finish unpacking this room. It’s the last one to be done.
I also washed Hurley (he smells like baby powder and coconut) and brushed him out with the new rake-brush I got him last week at Target. Honestly, that thing is AMAZING. It gets so much hair out of his coat it’s not even funny. Not that dog hair is ever funny. Unless you glue it to someone’s face while they are asleep. I guess that could be funny.
It’s been very good because I still haven’t heard from STBX. I think it will be relatively easy to move on in my life once this whole thing is officially settled. However, right now I am a little bit worried that not contacting him could somehow backfire on me. I don’t know what I mean by that, except that I wonder if he could try to do something retaliatory as we move closer to the final decree. The only thing that we have been unable to settle is the matter of four CDs we opened in his credit union bank back when we first married. The money in those bonds came from savings bonds I’ve had since I was a baby. They’d matured and the best thing to do was secure them in CDs to gain even more interest on the money. Anyway, since he was the one with the account at the credit union, we opened them under his name. I didn’t think at the time we’d be getting divorced, so it didn’t worry me at the time. The day we filed for divorce we also went to the banks and split everything up. We couldn’t split the CDs because they are not matured yet, and they are in his name. So what will need to happen is this: they mature, he lets me know and we meet at the bank so he can cash it out and I can then open my own CD with that money. We’ll have to do this as each CD matures. What a pain in the ass.
But now I am thinking he could decide to not let me have that money if he wants to be a jerk about things. We didn’t specify the CDs in the divorce filings, so that was probably my mistake there. I should have made sure it was in there. But at the time, he seemed so amiable about things and we made a verbal agreement to do this with the CDs as they matured. I should have at least typed something up and had him sign it.
Well, I’m just going to hope that he won’t be a dick and keep the money. I feel like if I don’t play into his game of talking to him so he can make me feel like shit, he’ll make me pay somehow. And this would be pretty much the only thing he could do. I’m probably just being paranoid.
So do you think that it’s still the best thing to not talk to him or check in by email or anything? Or should I do something to address this issue, somehow? I am not sure what the best thing to do would be, since I can’t read his mind or know what he is up to over there. I imagine he is PISSED based on what was on my sister’s blog this past week (her outright mention of someone using it to spy on someone else was pretty easy to piece together) and the comments on that post. And now her blog is private…that’s got to make him frustrated. I have to admit I am sort of loving this, though. I love that he can’t spy on me like that anymore. I know he went to his counselor last week at some point, and I hope that he told STBX to just leave me alone, let things go, that sort of thing.
Otherwise, if he is building up anger over there…I am a little anxious. I sincerely hope he really will stay civil about things, and not show up here or at my job so that I am forced to get a restraining order or something. I definitely don’t want to go through any of that, or dealing with him on that sort of angry level, in any way.
I want this to be over. I know all I need to do is be patient and stay in a positive frame of mind. I’m doing that pretty well, I think. But still, I have my moments of dread and worry. Probably normal. It just sucks.
Hurley is sitting behind me right now on my desk chair, leaning into my back and making me want to go off to bed now. He’s such a cuddler. I love it. Almost as much as I love eating junk food and sugar. Holy crap. I’m a bloated slob. The temperature had better drop below triple-digits ASAP so I can get my fat ass out of the house and back on the mountain. I can’t WAIT until I can do that again, and if all goes as they say it will, by this weekend I might be able to. I wish it felt more like autumn. Every single year, I wish that. Funny how 90 degrees is “cool weather” now.
Well, if anyone starts up a secret blog this week, let me know, OK? I hear it’s all the rage with the cool kids. 🙂