December 10th
Why am I always so agitated every time I come home from Bonnie’s?
I should make more of an effort to focus on the good times instead of dwelling on the bad, especially when the bad equates to unsubstantiated fears.
The best thing I could do right now is write about the wonderful weekend we spent together, and instead I’m stewing over the phone call Bonnie received from Jim this morning.
First of all, it was barely eight in the morning, which seems early to call someone you’re no longer married to. Kind of assumes they’re not in bed with someone else. We were up, but nonetheless, that was the first thing I found jarring.
I could sort of hear Jim’s voice through the phone, and it sounded like he asked Bonnie to pick up the mail and stuff while he’s in Thailand. Wow, I gu
