“Tomorrow, we need to talk” he said as I walked out of the room emptyhanded.

“Okay” I replied as I finished exiting the room without closing the door. I hoped that my words conveyed the underlying “I don’t fucking care”. But I guess I could have just said that if I wanted to.

He’s playing that stupid mind game that so many couples abuse. Trying to induce anxiety and self doubt in a person who has exhibited people pleasing behaviors before. Its not going to work this time. Worst he can do is tell me he wants a divorce and wants to keep the house.

That just forces the issue sooner than anticipated and turns what could have been an amicable process over time into something combative and moving like wildfire.

I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, at least more ready than he was when I dropped my news in his lap.

Tuns out he just wanted to talk about the same financial shit I wanted to talk about.