I haven’t been home since Monday morning. I’m staying with a friend in a little room with a twin bed, and making the trek into work from Concord to downtown every day, so I’m spending a bit more time on the road.
I’m holding up better than i thought I would. I miss the dogs, and the desktop computer (my God, I haven’t synced the iPod since Monday), and the California King, but other than that I can’t say the last few days have been too awful.
There has been one phone call, about mid-week, that ended when I was hung up on, and one phone call yesterday because Vonage wasn’t working at home, but other than that I haven’t spoken with Kris. I’m not sure if it’s over or we’re just at an impasse, and I’m wondering how long it will go on like this. I do know that, even though Kris shouted something about packing up and leaving just before he slammed down the phone, the eBay notification about auctions he’s won would seem to indicate he’s planning on sticking around at least long enough for a few weeks’ worth of jewelry deliveries.
I also know that I don’t want to just go back to how things have been recently, with Kris being in a perpetual state of pissed off, and me feeling like I’m not welcome in my own home. It’s just not healthy for either of us, and by all indications all it does is get worse.
On a totally unrelated note, the guys at work have me playing around with Brightkite and Twitter. If you find me fascinating in any way, the banality and repetition that is my life is laid out in excruciating detail between those two, and they should cure you of any misconceptions you may have that I’m at all interesting.
It’s been quiet around the house for a little over a week now. Not a peaceful kind of quiet, but a heavy, emotionally-charged, oppressive sort of silence, of the “I’m not speaking to you” variety.
