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I think I figured out why I can't get rid of this damn cough. I think it's the black mold in my parents' house, like in the bathroom. The bathroom is clean, for the most part, it's just the shower that needs the work. I believe that's my problem since I do know I have an allergy to mold. I should have been well by now. This didn't occur to me until yesterday. How's that for being smart?
Lots of good stuff this week. I finally had a really good talk with my wife (no reconciliation, nor did I ask for one), and gave her some more money (like I have any). Last Saturday we actually got along quite well at my kid's soccer game, and my wife even offered (without complaining) to drop me off at the train station.
I also was given a great laptop, so now my writing has recommenced (thanks, hun!). A bunch of my students are going to the department chair to demand I be brought back for future classes. THEN, it looks like that editing job is a go after all! And it might start just after my classes end, so that's fantastic news for me! So for now I'm going to forgo the apartment search until I know for sure when that gig starts. It would make more sense for me to look for a flat in that area, which happens to be quite nice.
I already wrote about this in the Forums, but yesterday I had three separate incidents traveling to and from school. Three times I had to get my little weapon ready to use. Even if they do ask me back, unless I have a car, I will turn them down. I can't put my life on the line like this.
I had a great session with my therapist this morning. I told her all the stuff going on with my wife. But I also made it clear that I want to keep moving on. I need to move forward, and I still want to begin my transitioning. After all, there's no going back "home," and the marriage is over. I now need to finally find my own home. If this history editor gig happens soon, I'll finally have what I've been lacking for the past eight months. Peace of mind. Lilienne said this is the year I'm going to blossom. I want to prove her right.
