I can't edit the post any more. It's too late. So I corrected that because I typed it wrong. It was my ex who was clearing out of my daughter's house. My husband who was dawdling and doing this and that before taking me to the doctor. It didn't occur to him to get me there first, and then he could come home after I'm in safe hands, and take his shower and get his breakfast. Oh, no. Himself first. Me last. Story of my life.

No, I'm beginning to think if I were worth more, I'd have been treated better, long before now.

I suppose it would be interesting to build a time machine the size of a fly on the wall, and go back and see what really happened with that dinner party.