Meh, another hurried entry.
But I did promise myself.
So, I'm running off to have dinner with my wife and her (our) son. It's her birthday, and he's treating.
I'm going mostly to see him (I haven't since the split in February), and a little bit to keep the peace going between her and me. Not because I really care that she's a year older ...
And I'm afraid I'm letting her manipulate me again; that she's got some kind of plan to get back together; that she's managed to come full circle from kicking me out a few months ago. It was bad enough living with this for seven years.