I am sick and tired of all this shit. The trip stuff. The house rental. The whole idea. It will be too cold to swim. I don't want to stay in someone house. I'd rather stay in a hotel/motel for a week and then go to another location and do the same each week. If we got far enough south in Fl. it would probably be warm enough to swim. I know we are going here and there to visit Hunter's friends and I would rather rent a place at each town. But NOooooo. All his friends rent homes or condos or whatever. He says this is a "fact finding" mission. Really? What. Like Mission Impossible: Bringing the wife along. I haven't even 'seen' it yet but I can tell you it won't be pretty. 'Course I will pretend I am ok. I dropped out of acting class so I didn't get to the part where they covered faking fun. But ya know.....Liquor would probably help. Or I could get lost. Or fall and break a leg. I know I sound like a party pooper but here's the thing. We do what Hunter wants. He talks like he'll let me do some fun things but he won't enjoy it and, well you know it won't happen. He also monopolizes all conversations and people listen even when he interrupts as I am speaking. He is loud. He is a good people person as far as asking them questions and showing genuine interest but...my therapist says the reason people don't call him on anything is because who does? She means that others are just being polite. I don't know but I have talked to him about this. whoops! I only meant to come up here to check an email. Gotta go run errands.
Tomorrow I am going to my daughter's to celebrate granddaughter Meadows birthday. We will go to lunch and to the mall. Will see if I come away feeling bogged down by the bad vibes-and I don't mean that in a New Age way-but rather with joy. Peace.