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April
27
Jeff
has been so distracted lately. I think his soon to be ex-wife
is really putting him through the paces. He says he doesn't
want to discuss it, but he's been on the phone to his lawyer
all the time. Sometimes even in the middle of the night! Poor
baby.
Perhaps I should phone her. I have a way with people, maybe
I could convince her to let go and move on with her life.
I can see her being heartbroken over Jeff's departure and
it must be shattering to have your husband leave you for someone
else . Especially if the person at first glance isn't as attractive,
successful and thin as you (but who underneath has a lot more
going on.) Perhaps I could explain to her that I know what
it is like to be rejected and that the best remedy for being
dumped is to move on. Maybe it will ease Jeff's mind and he
can get his mind back on us and our future together.
In
a way it works out for me though. Jeff used to have very definite
ideas with regard to decorating and his taste and my taste
didn't always agree. Now when I show him samples or swatches
that Irene and I have picked out he barely looks at them and
says "Whatever you think Jenna." Pretty weird. It
could be though, that all these months living with me he has
come to trust my intrinsic design sense now that he understands
it more.
April
28
We
bought a new couch! It is gorgeous! A big overstuffed brilliant
white couch. Jeff was supposed to meet me at the store but
he got held up at work. I really wanted him to be a part of
the picking out process (not to mention the paying process)
but I don't want to be like his old nag of a wife.
I
painted the walls last night. I am totally exhausted. Hours
and hours spent to get what? White walls? I figure if you
are going to put in that kind of time at the very least you
should have some colour to show for it. Irene and I had a
bit of a tiff in the paint store. She insisted that I get
the most expensive paint but I didn't want to - white is white!
I told her that since it was my dime we were going to get
the all-purpose stuff and she went off in a huff. When we
arrived at the apartment I carefully laid out the dropcloth
and arranged the brushes. I asked Irene if she wanted something
to change into because it would be a shame to get her outfit
dirty and she said decorators don't help the client paint.
I told her I wasn't actually a client because she was doing
it for free and she gave me a funny look. Then I told her
that the decorators on "Trading Spaces" always helped
paint and she said she'd be happy to show up in her painting
smock once the TV crew arrived.
She
can be such a bitch.
Jeff
has been working late just about every night. I told him last
night that I could really use a little help and it really
set him off. He went into this long rant about never being
able to please anyone, nothing he does is ever enough - on
and on. It was very odd. Moving is tense though, so it's probably
affecting him more than it is me because I'm so well adjusted.
April
30th
MOVING
DAY!
Jeff's
friend David came over to help as did Irene. My mother wanted
to come over to help and I thought that was a pretty good
idea. She's old but she's nimble. Just as I was about to say
yes I realized that she still doesn't know that Jeff and I
are moving in together. I
suggested a great compromise. I told her to make sandwiches
and leave them with the concierge but of course that woman
can't meet anyone halfway on anything.
I
had an embarrassing moment with the concierge this morning.
All week long he's been pretty snooty to me. He asks my name
and then makes a big show of looking at his clipboard, then
he makes a phone call to the management office - it's really
quite annoying. (I will remember this at Christmas time when
I start doling out my gaily wrapped "Jenna Corn"
believe me.) Anyway when I came in this morning with Irene
and some lamps he told me to use the service elevator.
I
was furious. I told him that I was a resident and that I would
not be treated like a scullery maid. I felt I was really making
my point until Irene pulled me aside and told me that the
service elevator is always used for moves. Yeesh.
It
didn't take very long to load up everything as I'd already
given most of what I owned to Goodwill there were only a few
boxes and small items of furniture.
Jeff's
friend is weird. All day long he kept treating Jeff like some
kind of invalid. He kept saying "You OK man?" and
then he'd pat him on the back. Occasionally he'd look over
at Jeff and shake his head sadly. One time I heard him saying
"You can always change your mind." ????? The guy
is moving to a new apartment for crying out loud, we're not
burying him! Maybe he's just one of those depressives. I think
he might be friends with Kathy and resents me being the number
one priority in Jeff's life. That's probably it.
May
2
The
couch looks like crap, pure crap. A white couch next to white
walls? I have to hold my hands out to make sure I'm not going
to walk through things. I'm beginning to doubt Irene's decorating
skills. I was going to give her a recommendation but as it
stands now I'm not so sure.
She
came over to see what the problem was and agreed that the
white on white theme wasn't cutting it. Luckily they are dealing
with colours in her decorating class so she had a lot of paint
samples.
After
going through a kazillion of them we chose Woodland Mushroom.
I very subtly mentioned four times all the work I had to do
because of her mistake and she agreed to help me paint next
week.
Jeff
and I have been so exhausted that we haven't had a chance
to "Christen" the apartment. We only got the bed
today so I thought this evening would be the perfect time.
I set up everything just so, got some wine and prepared a
wonderful lemon pepper chicken. I had candles burning all
over and the place looked really nice in the dim light. I
bought a sort of caftan/robe that flows beautifully and seems
to fit in with my new lifestyle. I caught a glimpse of myself
in the sliding doors as I moved about the apartment lighting
the candles and I looked sooooooooo good.
Tonight
is going to be so special! Whoo hooo!
9:00
I
think Jeff is coming down with something. All through dinner
he kept sighing and barely said a word. After dinner he said
he was beat and went off to bed without dessert. I thought
maybe he wanted me to be dessert but when I went into our
bedroom he was sound asleep.
This
really sucks. Not only because we didn't "do it"
but because we didn't have the moment of deciding who sleeps
on what side.
I
opened another bottle of wine and had a little cry until "The
Amazing Race" came on.
After
the show I felt a bit better. Moving is tough. It really is.
It can put a strain on even the most secure relationship.
Once everything has settled down we are going to be so happy
here.
Jeff
and Jenna. Forever!
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