She came home at 10:40 tonight, just as I was heading to bed. I said goodnight to her and she told me that she was going to go exercise. I stared at her, somewhat dumbfounded. M doesn’t exercise. I told her to go sit on her computer and play solitaire like she usually does but apparently she went out for a jog.
I guess she thinks she’s going to finally turn her life around. New job, new body? That’ll last one day.
One thing that I am having trouble getting used to is her random schedule. I don’t know if she will be home when I get home, and therefore I pretty much always dread the moment I open the door to the house. So far so good though, she is rarely home
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