about H's financial mess and what the impact will be on me, if I need to push or to pull.

I was supposed to call them on Tuesday, but H's pickup broke down, so I had to drive him to work-which put me behind 2 days. Oh well.

It was an interesting weekend on several levels. H was off, I, of course, was studying. So he played cards Friday. Told me SD17 was coming on Saturday, to which I simply told him; whatever. I'll be busy studying.

So Sat. comes around. H went to play cards again. I studied, again. 5:00, and H calls. Want to know if I want to go out for Chinese with SD17 and himself -SD17 wants Chinese. (it's 5:00 and I thought she was supposed to be here in the afternoon???). I told him no thanks. We had Chinese takeout Friday nite. Ummm, really don't want it again on Saturday.

Amazing! He actually told SD17 we would go out to eat, but it wouldn't be the Chinese she wanted! I could've fallen over! Then, I asked why she hadn't come earlier? His reply? He was too busy playing cards!

Now, tho this saya something not so great about H as a father-I mean, regardless of my feelings towards SD17, what father would put off seeing the daughter he hasn't seen in 3 weeks, for a card game? But a few months ago, it would've been a totally different story. I can't help but wonder whats up with that. Anyway, she shows up with her new bf in tow. He is FIFTEEN! He is a FRESHMAN! This girl will be 18 in 2 months. Graduates in 3 months. And is dating a 15 yr old? Whatever.

After supper, H and I played UNO with SD17 & the BF. It was ok-SD17 was on her best behaviour this time around-no sitting on "daddys" lap with the bf there. But H tried to get me to sit on his lap when they were here. I declined. Not even up for playing that little game anymore.

The following day, SD17 calls H, and gushed about what a great time she had (of course she did-H gave her the money to rent the Country Club for her graduation party), and how fun and funny Bewitched is!!! Thing is, I do have a great sense of humor-tho not two days before this all happened, H told me I have no sense of humor. Now, because SD17 deemed me so, I'm not only beautiful, intelligent, I'm also hillarious. How I love being judged by a 17 y.o.'s standards.

But to give H credit, remember the Mule Deer Foundation fundraiser that was my valentines evening? He made up for it. Since I had to drive him back to work on Tuesday, and the trip was an extra two hours as we had to go off route for him to pickup a truck for the field, he bought us tickets for the Celine Dion concert. It was awesome. If you get a chance to go, do it. You won't be disappointed! She is amazing.

So this all makes it hard to me-calling the attorney- feeling so conflicted. I know I need to talk to this attorney-H is a financial nitemare - which I told him he was on Friday. And he agreed that he is. But he seems to have no motivation to clear up his messes. And I can't let one good weekend stop me from dealing with the facts. For a change, H actually reminded me of the guy I thought I married-instead of the beast I found myself wedded to. And that makes talking to an attorney just that much harder.