And the crazy soap opera continues. Had another bad crash tonight, to the point I was getting started getting the appropriate letters written and trying to figure out how to have someone delay telling my wife long enough to make sure I was gone before she gave the police the key to my place. Not a good night. Of all people, my wife, who is meeting me in court in the morning to legally take my house and over half of my income, was a big support on the phone. She actually told me - finally - that she doesn't want me dead because she wants us to have a marriage again better than ever and she can see me coming out the other side of the affair a better and stronger person. Could have been a cynical ploy to keep me around a little longer because my life insurance hasn't matured to its full value yet, but she actually sounded kinda sincere. She wanted me to make a safety contract with her for tonight, said I was allowed to cut if I want, just as long as I make it to morning alive. I told her I wasn't in a position to promise anything to anyone, but I have to give her credit, at least she tried.