My ex-wife came over this evening to work on art together. It's been about three, maybe four, weeks since we broke up. She is having difficulties finding boundaries as we struggle to be friends and live apart. We maintain almost daily contact with one another and do things for one another. For example, she bought me groceries yesterday--groceries that I should have paid for but did not. She's cooked dinner for the two of us which we ate at her mother's apartment (where she still lives). I've tried to help her through this crisis by being available to talk and visit at her leisure. Since we broke up she has consistently been the good wife instead of the hateful and evil wife. I am indescribably happy about this lucky circumstance. There have been times when the evil sister has shown glimpses of herself but these were quickly bottled up. I believe that on some level my ex-wife cannot grasp the fact that we have truly broken up and that we will never get...
Dreams, Experiences, Poetry, etc., by Austin Shelton. This is my diary and gets a little rough at times. It has a lot of private musings but because these reflect my mind and experiences they are included nevertheless.