| Current mood: |  relieved |
Ok, so I said in my last post that I would write more about my anniversary with Tressa, but I got side tracked and distracted, etc. You can all blame Kelly. Not that I mind being distracted by him one bit. Oh, no, not all. But that's entirely beside the point.
So, back to Tressa and I. We split. Officially that is. We've pretty much been split anyway with her in our house and me living with Kel, but the words were said. I asked if she wanted a divorce, said I would get a lawyer and draw up the papers myself so she wouldn't have to deal with that. She said she didn't want a divorce though. What she said is that she feels it would be best if we kept up appearances. That the public would get to inquisitive if this seemingly happily married couple divorced and that they would start digging for dirt on me. I'm not entirely sure this is her actual concern, although it is valid to some degree. I'm thinking the truth of the matter is that she doesn't really want to let go of me. And I can understand that. She's in love with me. Not entirely sure why, especially after all of this, but she is.
She knows that she'll never be able to compete with Kelly, and I think she's finally come to terms with that, and no longer has seething hatred/ill will toward either of us. Which is a relief to say the least.
So there you have it. Things have sort of been ironed out with Tressa, as much as can be expected, I guess. And now, I go cook for Kelly. Because he's helpless.
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