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Wednesday update

 Monday was a shit show.  Before I got home my wife saw dad outside without his bike.  She asked where it was.  He sold it.  She told him that it wasn't his to sell.  We lent it to him.  

He got mad and stormed off.

By the time I got home he was walking in the door with two bottles of wine.  I got her side of the story.

I went down to talk to him and he was irate.  Said she called him names , he called her a bad word.  I was calm, listened and replied with "she didn't say that" etc.

He said he was just going to sit downstairs and drink himself to death.

I let him cool off while we had supper.

After an hour I went and checked on him.  The whole time I was worried.

We talked and he was better.  He's Lonely and depressed.  We ended up sitting downstairs for awhile and then moved up.

My poor wife stayed away and sat in the bedroom.  Our house is too small.

After talking with her the last few days we've come to the conclusion that if something comes up I'll be the one to deal with it.  She's become the bad guy, and that is not fair.  It's partially because of the tone of her female voice and having to talk loud for him.  He takes it the wrong way.

It upsets me that she has to now only say please thank you, good morning etc only.  Atleast she feels that way.  She's trapped in her own house.

As am I.

I spent the last day and a half on the phone with CRA and the bank.  I actually got hung up on this morning.  

Sent out a housing application today.  

The bank asked me why it took so long to get a new cc.  I said to the lady have you dealt with this?  It's not easy.  My whole day off is filled with shit.


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