Friday, November 30, 2012
After days of
arguing discussing, we arrived at a decision. Because my husband will not entertain a cleaning lady, moving into an apartment, talking about privacy needs and boundaries with his parents, he said he will come home every weekend. "That way, I won't have to hear you bitch at me the whole time you're up here." I sound bitter but I'm not. I'm actually quite happy today. I consider that progress. I'm planning on making lasagna and a vanilla cheesecake this weekend. The weather here promises to be dreary.