Yet another day of non-stop ups and downs. Jeri's luggage arrived at midnight, and fortunately, Jen was awake to respond to the knocks. I was out cold. The wine fogged my brain; the dairy & carbs (seed crackers) clogged my system. Sorry, but it's true. I don't digest that stuff well anymore. It was a bit of a difficult night. Let's stop there, shall we? Then the AM started with Tommy's "what?" scoff while I was meditating and just looked up as he walked into the room. There was a text exchange later, and it went nowhere. I was trying to get him into counseling, and he's just trying to get me to give him money. It's unnecessarily difficult. Then the conversation with Kathy D. about the house threw me. There's now a question in her mind as to if the house has to be sold in April 2023 according to the marital settlement agreement. The answer is no. Period. I have full right to the house and do not have to sell on any schedule. The Marital settlement agreement assumes that both parties are alive and is "null and void" with her death, just like support payments, custody schedules, life insurance agreements, and all the rest. It's ludicrous. Worst of all, it's been escalated to her by my son, who I believe is being told by Kathy V that they (the kids) have these rights. Linda's resentment and bitterness are all her friends knows or heard, and now it seems like it's being carried forward. My son has enough struggle without being put in this position. Were the tables turned, and had I died instead of Linda, her friend would not be telling our kids that their mom has to give them half the house. This is so transparently personal, vindictive and judgmental that it's barely bearable. I have a call into my lawyer to validate and confirm all, but it's nothing I should have to be doing at all, and it's insulting offensive, and hurtful to do so. Jeri and I visited my mom for a few hours, and it was a good visit. We talked about a lot of history, and later, Jeri and Jen, and I spoke about how varied perspectives and memories can be. We all have various recollections that don't always match up. And sometimes they change over time too. The sale of the gold coins closed without a hitch. That was a bit of an anxiety causing effort simply because it required faith and risk but all turned out well. That's a personal accomplishment I am proud of. Jeri Jen Lauren and I went to Aqui. No Tommy, but for the best, given how upset Jen is about this current situation. Bridges are being burned. We closed the night looking at videos about Carmel in advance of our visit there tomorrow. I'm excited. It might be rainy, but that's ok; we'll have a great time regardless.
📊 seven-day averages: ⚖️ 161 lbs,❤️ 61.9 bpm, 👣 5840 steps, 🧘🏼12 min