If you were making wagers, Thursday was the day I finally snapped and moved out with the kids. What pushed me over the edge was when she met my dad at the door for his scheduled outing with the children with a three-page denunciation of me to “the authorities,” which she forced Podrostok to translate to him. My crime was speaking with the neighbor after I caught Baba in the act of taunting her and the dogs and then reminding Baba that we would be moving into new and separate homes soon enough. This reminds me that I will need to alert my agency’s professional suitability office to expect a three-page missive in Russian about me soon.
In any event, the kids and I are apartment-hunting and hoping Dino Spouse will decide to join us soon. This sucks. Thank God my parents and sister are around to help this weekend.