After playing phone tag with a therapist, with whom I had an established relationship, for at least a week, I was able to get in to see her today.

Since my broken ankle is still healing, it's been four weeks -- severe cabin fever set in after two -- husband had to drive me the 70 miles to her office.

After my recent crisis, brought on by my St. Bernard breaking my ankle, and news of a settlement from a former employer being $200,000 less than I originally was told, I had promised myself that I would not deprive myself of good professionals like the therapist I saw today, just b/c my husband has been refusing to sell our farm and move back at least closer to civilization.

Husband didn't want to talk to her, which was fine.

On the way home in the truck, I just said so do you still want to separate? He made a thoughtless and hurtful remark the first week I was home from the hospital, about my moving back to the city, and his staying here. For a lot of reasons he has been paying for this comment dearly since then. I'm one of those persons who takes a long time to get mad, but once I'm mad watch out.

Anyway in the truck coming home, he said he didn't want to separate. So I said then there are going to have to be some changes. I told him I wanted to look for a house somewhere closer to where we used to live, and he said, "Fine".

Maybe timing is everything, but I've had this conversation with him more times than I wish to remember since we've been here the last five years, and this is the first time he said, "Fine."

Comments -- anyone.

EJ