Monday and Tuesday: Looked at houses. Bought a little food just to get by. Nightmares from my childhood.
Wednesday: Signed a contract to buy a house. I wanted this house; Mike another. Compromised by me winning this round.
Dreamt Mike wanted a divorce.
Thursday: Went grocery shopping and filled the refrigerator, freezer, and pantry with enough food and drink for a couple of weeks.
Dreamt Mike wanted a divorce.
Friday: Woke up covered with bugs biting me (not Mike). Ran around like crazy, jumped in the shower, got dressed and packed, leaving behind anything that was anywhere near the bed. Packed up all our food and clothes and (Mike) hauled it to the car. Drove like a bat out of hell to Apt #2.
Lugged (Mike) all our stuff, including food (beer is heavy), and 4 suitcases up a flight of stairs to Apt #2. Unpacked everything (me). Cried at the scary
Went to lunch. Came back and packed up everything, including the frozen tater tots we bought to celebrate buying a house (cheap date), and drove like hell out of that really scary garage.
Went to hotel. Kept some stuff in trunk of car, but brought in all food and about 1/2 our stuff.
Dreamt Mike wanted a divorce.
Saturday: it's only 1:00 -- give it time!
MOOD WHEN DONE: I want my life back.