I texted my boss, the owner of the spa and told him I QUIT. I told him this was the end because I'm sick to death of trying and killing myself around here and getting nothing but criticism for it.
Two days ago I decided to leave Ari. We'd had an argument. I felt fed up and beyond the willingness to keep on trying to make things work. I'd decided to find out how much it would cost to get a solicitor to draw up the conveyancing contract for the sale of this property. Years ago when I bought this place, I put his name on the title deed. I don't know how much of a problem that would now cause. Certainly, if divorced, he could live more comfortably on an aged pension. But it's clear there is no way he will ever leave me of his own accord. If it's going to happen, I'll have to force it.
He left and went into town for groceries.
By the time he'd come home, I'd changed my mind again. I was back to "let's have a wall of polite" and working on patience and tolerance.
I was gonna wear a clean shirt today but instead opted to wear the one I left lying in the floor from yesterday. Nothing a little Axe body spray can't mask.
Last night when I came home the grass was wet and frozen. Each blade had become a small ice cycle. The driveway, sidewalk, steps and my porch were also covered in a layer of ice. I have come to hate the walk from my car to my door. One bad fall at my age could be disastrous. I decided not to go anywhere today and take any chances.
WM BARR . =ABSOLUTE TRASH 