So Dave texted me yesterday asking if I wanted to move the rest of my stuff this weekend. I can do that and that is what I texted back. He was at one of his random UAs for CPS.
So today I can't find my antibiotic cream and think I may have left it behind so I stop to get it before picking up the kids. I had a few minutes to kill. Wonder if Dave even realized that he was slurring. Guess he felt confident that there wouldn't be another UA anytime soon. And I have the cream somewhere here. Just can't find it. Another hazard of the moving process.
I'm pretty sure Dave knows where this is going. I got a couple of names from our social worker for a consult with an attorney. It is time to see what the road ahead will be like.
As happy as I am in my new situation it still hurts to think that he would rather drink than live with and be married to me. To be fair he would probably like both to happen at the same time, but that can't be. So he continues to make his choice. And someday I am going to be able to let that go.
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