Something Clicked

The chit-chat about his stuff and her stuff must have worked.

Or it is the new neighbor from New York that talked some sense into him..

but something clicked today.

Yeppers...

I saw a car on Ebay.  We contacted the guy and found out that he only lives a couple of blocks away.  We met at a coffee shop. 

He is a musician from New York.  I don't know his name but the guy offered Mike a decent car for only $2,500.  I promised to use "Buy it Now" and take the car off the man's hands but he flew home and removed the "Buy it Now" button.

We asked him what happened and he wrote back and told us to only bid $1,500.  We bid a little above the promised amount.  

A promise is a promise.  We could end up losing it in a bidding war...it's no biggie.   There will be other cars. 

I don't know what the guy told Mike during the test drive but he came home and said the car is going to be the beginning of his new life.  He'll start talking care of his stuff.  He'll start taking care of body, his image, his house, his needs, his car, and his career. 

Then he told me he loved me. 

Whether or not we divorce, I'll just be thrilled if he lives another decade.  I'm getting worried about his health...and still think my sticking around is making him pack on the pounds.  His mother doesn't want her kids married and her not talking to him really hurts.

Men get fat when something is missing in their lives.  Unhappy men get chunky.    

But, something today made him realize that he has to take responsibility for his happiness. 

I don't know the neighbor's name but, whoever he is, I'm already a big fan. 

Thought you'd like the update. 

Take care of your stuff.

Love,

S.

End note:

Sometimes taking care of your stuff can mean getting rid of nutty people in your life. 

The problem with estrangement is that married people can't warn each other about psychos and related behavior. 

In the former post, I talk about the couple with political aspirations and how the wife tends to take offense at everything and the husband verbally assaults me over it. 

Today, I mentioned to Mike that I felt guilty for considering to ditch my political party over the narcissist and his wife.  Michael told me that he was the treasurer for this guy's campaign for Congress.  He said that the guy refused to communicate with him and finally sent the receipts to him two weeks after the federal deadline claiming he was busy up in the mountains building chicken coops with his buddies. 

Oh, really....

The man was consistently calling me badmouthing Mike and asking me to get him to file the campaign reports.  He would worry that he and his wife would be fined several hundred dollars a day.  They have a big family.  I was really freaking out for them and I'd venture to the man cave in the basement to try to find things. 

I'd mention the calls to Mike but he really wasn't listening to me at the time.  The whole thing made me question who the man in the basement really was and whether or not he became a zombie and his brains fell out. This was the same time the lawyers from the city were harassing me and telling me Mike was lazy and stupid.  I was really wondering if he was brain-dead. 

Lawyers lie.  Aspiring politicians lie.  I guess that explains all of that. 

I learned today that it would appear that I'm not the only person this man tried to set up to fail. 
Oh well,  that wanna-be politician never learned to keep his enemies close....that's a shame.  There are some people you should keep on your side. 

It's a fun lesson. 

I'll get the chance to take care of him later. 

Cheerio!