And, of course, Renee and I had a less than stellar evening after she came home.
I’m worried about her drinking – 6 wine coolers in 5 days is not like her at all.
I’m worried about how much time she spends online in her cell collector chat room.
She thinks I’m neurotic, and it’ll be better once I get a new job.
I’m hoping the same, but that’s one of the reasons I put myself on a one year time line, instead of a shorter one. Because I wish I knew what her priorities are. I just want to sit her down and ask. And then tell her to act like it.
She poos-poos my concerns about her online time, and says it’s all because of stress.
I’ve been worried about the chat thing since January. The stress is just making it worse. At least in January it felt like she was paying more attention to me and the kids than the computer. I dunno if that’s still the case or not, now, but it sure feels the other way around.
I should make her talk to her father. he an say things I can’t without getting divorce papers. And he’ll make her think about things, even if she’s pissed – unlike when it’s me she’s talking to.