He read it.
I was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen. It has been a week. I thought the dissolution of his marriage might have been noteworthy enough to read about. Especially since he had tried so hard to work things out.
I guess he had more important things to do.
Like go surfing in the desert.
It would be safe, I believe, to assume that his reading of the documents precipitated his angry tirade the other day. Whew! Maybe I'm not such a GDFB after all!
True to form, he called the next morning and...I could hardly believe this...ACTED LIKE NONE OF IT HAPPENED!
Oh, he was pleasant...all chit chatty and accomodating. He even said I could come over any time to get anything I wanted. He would leave the door unlocked. He would make sure I had a key.
What a gentleman!
This was, of course, after he had changed the locks twice and told me I was never allowed in again.
But wait! There's more!
In the course of my daily inspection of the bank accounts, I received yet another shocking surprise! I know, DH sure keeps me on my toes with the shocks and surprises!
There were three sizable DEPOSITS made to the bank accounts on the day of his tirade.
And they were CASH!
I wonder where it all came from?
It was, by no means, all of the money. More than a pinch, but less than an armful.
Let's call it a fistful. Three of them. Put back into the accounts.
Now, why on earth would he do that? To make himself look less guilty?
Good Job DH! How very effective!
I can hardly wait to see what happens to the rest of the money. How much fun will I have watching him try to dig himself out of his hole?