Day 10: Water Damage

🧠 Post Mortem

I arrived at my wife’s house.
Technically, still my house too.

I was carrying Nina’s car seat, her bundled inside, fresh from a doctor’s appointment. Two shots. No issues. She barely flinched.

In the living room, my wife’s dad was already there.

Sitting comfortably.
Biding time.
Not surprised to see me.

I hadn’t seen him—or my wife’s mom—since the smear campaign and the eviction. The timing felt deliberate. Like I’d walked into a scene already blocked and rehearsed.

Was this where I was supposed to look ashamed?
Apologetic?
Grateful to be allowed back inside?

Instead, something else kicked in.

I was getting used to my freedom.

“Hey, Robert,” I said. Casual.

“Hey,” he replied. Flat. Subdued.

Then my wife appeared.

Erratic. Panicked. Running hot.

“The basement flooded,” she said. “There’s water damage.”

Of course there is.

That’s what happens when you remove the stabilizer and expect the system to keep running.

She told me to follow her to the nursery and leave Nina in the car seat. Then she launched straight into logistics. She already had a quote.

Ten thousand dollars.

She said she’d email it to me.

I nodded. “Sure.”

What she didn’t seem to understand was simple:

Once you eject someone from the house,
you also eject their responsibility for what happens next.

I didn’t argue.
I didn’t explain.
I didn’t defend.

I left.

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