At the end of last month, the dark-haired girl gave her notice to her landlord, giving up her apartment. Since then, she's been depressed the vast majority of the time. It's not a good sign.
Today I had a sense that the situation was similar to about a year and a half ago, a couple of months before I suddenly broke up with the prof. The notable difference is that I would be on the receiving side now. I have no desire to end the relationship, but...
These sorts of events, such as giving up one's apartment, crystallize those feelings and concerns that lurked beneath the surface.
My ex-wife drives her nuts. 'nuff said.
The kids bother her because they don't often do their chores, turn off their lights, or otherwise seem lazy. She's also bothered that they don't always share her enthusiasm for the new houses we've been looking into. She wants her own, and hopes to improve over the average North American brat, although she understands they'll unavoidably be influenced by the culture here.
For my part, I haven't been able to sleep in the same bed with her for almost two months now, and I just turned down a job offer worth double what I've ever made in a full time job. And I'm always running the kids around to soccer, or school, or for something else.
So...
Not a lot of up-side to the current situation, it would seem.
I may be kind, smart, and so on, in her words, but she's missing some of her key needs... there's only so long one can stay depressed about that before one does something about it.
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