K__ let me know yesterday that she’d transferred utilities info her name (happy anniversary!) Still standing are the internet and cell phone, by far the most expensive, but those will require my participation to modify the account. She apologized that it had taken so long — every time she’d thought about it the weight of contemplating it was too depressing. I know it all too well — like an old friend or a crazy aunt.
I was feeling somewhat better (and somewhat worse) about this new development until this morning when I realized the broader motivation was to have utilities in her name so she’d have the documentation required to change I__’s home address on his school records. Just like that, the numbness returns and I feel nothing whatsoever.
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Last night, I got a reply from M__ (finally) saying she’d be up for a coffee later this week or weekend. That’s great except I’ll be in S__ town. Things like this seem to happen just a bit too often for it to be completely random. My ego puffs up a bit (more) at the notion that fate might be fucking with me so. Luckily my cynicism already far outweighs it.