Found something that takes permanent purple magic marker out of brown leather. Hair spray.


However, it also removes the nice, rich brown color of the leather. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Frown]" src="images/icons/frown.gif" />

(Hopefully it's possible to find brown leather dye that matches the rest of the sofa....)

LL, you are doing so well. Take it one at a day. Hope you have a nice vacation on Disney. I will miss you.

I don't know what I am up to now. WH behaves very strangely. I am sure he is thinking to move out once I end teaching, so it will save my headache to ask him.

LL, just to tell you that I am thinking of you and hope you have a good time in FL. Prayers for you.

Just got home from Florida. Had a really nice trip. I LOVE Disney World! It was very hot and humid, but we only had one day of afternoon storms. All others were sunny. We spent one afternoon at Cocoa Beach. (LNH, I thought of the cruise you recently took when we passed the Canaveral port--there was a Carnival cruise ship docked there. This is the first time I've seen one that close. They are HUGE!)

The kids enjoyed their first ever flights for the most part. We were delayed going down because of weather and today because of mechanical, so the travel days were very long. And our plane to Des Moines from St. Louis today was a puddle jumper--they switched equipment after I booked the tickets, I guess. I make a habit of NEVER flying if there are propellers, and haven't had fly them for 8 years. I guess I survived...but just barely. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Roll Eyes]" src="images/icons/rolleyes.gif" /> They even had to shift people around to redistribute weight.

So, I'm home--and tired! DD is out with friends who met her at the airport. DS has his poker group over. I go back to work tomorrow. Bummer..

To keep things separated here, I'll do a new post about the latest WH developments, and LL's probable mistakes in handling them.

LL

Glad you're bakc, LL, we missed ya! <img border="0" title="" alt="[Smile]" src="images/icons/smile.gif" />

So, it was a rather interesting week while I was gone. WH stayed at my house to take care of the animals, and I did end up loaning him my car and we took DS's to airport.

Several days after I arrived in Florida, I got a text from WH (we did either text or talk each day) that said we needed to talk when I got home, that he didn't think he could live without me or the kids, that he KNOWS he can't live with OW, and that he feels it's affecting his health and he's losing his will to live.

I wasn't sure how to respond. We finally talked about it on a Sunday morning cell call. I asked him what he wanted to do and he said he wanted to come home. (Actually, it started because he asked if he'd have to leave my house again when I arrived home.)

The fear kicked in and instead of giving him a "that's wonderful! Let's talk about what needs to happen" answer, I hesitated and then started to spew out my requirements.

OW must be gone.
No drinking--must get help.
No staying out late after work.
Must answer cell phone.
No yelling and anger and fighting.
Must get MC to learn what a normal marriage is.

That pretty much scared him, I think. I asked him when the last time he saw OW was. Of course, it was earlier that day, though he says it's been a week since they had SF. Apparently her friends are finally going to kick her out next week and she will be giving up the job she just got and moving 35 miles to the north (because she has no way to get to work.) WH says that will put the end to the relationship because of the distance.

It wasn't really the way I wanted to hear it. I guess Dr. Harley doesn't promise that it will be. But I still don't feel like he's really ready to give her up. I just think that he's feeling physically lousy, he has no home, he has no vehicle yet (because he hasn't bought anything with his insurance settlement).

I guess he talked to his father and step-mom (the ones who have been supportive of me) and they said we need to work it out, that we both have too much to lose, but that if he's not coming back home right now, he better get his half of the things out of the house--that there's no reason he's living with nothing and I have everything.

I have a feeling he put a spin on the story he told them. I've never stopped him from taking things (except for my now-damaged leather sofa and chair, since I'll be paying for them). He opted not to take anything until he decided what he was doing.

So, after our Sunday talk I was feeling REALLY guilty because I wondered if this was the break I was supposed to jump on to get him back, and I hesitated and scared him away because...well, I'm really terrified that I'll go through that h*ll again.

Then he calls Sunday night to say he's not feeling well, that he has left chest and back pain and that he's very nauseaus. He thinks he might be having heart problems. I told him to not wait but to get to the hospital. Then he says that maybe it's anxiety.

I called him three or four more times Sunday night just because I was worried that he wants to die and might just not seek help in the event of an emergency.

Phone rings early Monday morning. It's him, making horrible dry heave sounds and asking what hospital to go to. He's in extreme pain and has decided that it's probably a kidney stone.

Turns out that it was. He went in, they shot him up with morphine, and he passed it later that day. However, apparently he's got a number more of them in his left kidney (the one he had surgery on 6 years ago) so sees a urologist tomorrow morning. He's planning on spending another night here and I'm supposed to be taking him to the doctor because he doesn't have a car.

So...I'm not sure what I"m doing right now. I guess we'll see what comes out of the dr. appt.

I'll update more tomorrow.

LL