Birds

So, Drama, Drama, Drama. The husband has been mad at me for a couple of days (which means not speaking to me at all.) A little stressful but I'll deal. This weekend he was supposed to go help his buddy move. In a different city. Friday he doesn't come home from work. I start to get worried. I text him a couple of times, thinking maybe he's working late. No answer. I call a couple of times, leaving worried voicemails with no response. I start calling family because I have no idea where he is and then it hits me....

He packed shit up Friday morning before work and took off for his buddy's a day early. Without telling me. Because he's mad.

WTF?

So, I've realized that various items of clothing are missing (and interestingly enough, his old phone with various friends numbers in it). And I track down his mom's number, still stressed out because I haven't gotten a response at all. He's there, munching burgers with her. I burst into relieved tears that he's okay, freaking her out, and just tell her I'm glad to hear he's okay.

This morning I looked - he's pulled out money we don't have to fuck around down there and his payroll checks are sitting here in the house because he refused to deposit them. Rent is due on monday. This is also WTF. I still haven't heard from him directly. He still won't answer my calls.

This all came about because he kicked me out of the bedroom, laughed at me and when I slammed the door, sent a snotty text message about how I didn't need to break the door because I was mad. So I told him to fuck off and called him an arrogant pig. Now he refuses to have anything to do with me.

Isn't life wonderful?

If I died in my sleep right now, this week, I'd be happy. Which would be the first time in a long time that I would be happy.