Although I rose early in the a.m. overnight with the hope of getting out for a walk of some description, I found myself far too depleted from doing without adequate sleep the day before.
I did not post yesterday ─ part of the reason was because my wife was home and never got up until just after 3:00 p.m. I had been unable to take a nap, so I did not have the physical resources to do any kind of work here at my computer.
I had slept abominably, not getting to bed until maybe 3:00 a.m. yesterday. I had lent my wife my credit card Tuesday morning because she said that she needed to have $700 for some purpose I did not press her to explain, even though she has plunged us into the depths of credit debt because of a gambling addiction.
Well, she went to work Tuesday morning at the Thai restaurant that employs her ─ it opens at 11:00 a.m., but is a considerable drive from where we live. Unfortunately, she forgot to take her cellphone with her, leaving us out of touch. She doesn't have my cellphone number memorized ─ nor those of her two sons who also live here.
That night before I went to bed, out of curiosity I checked online to see how my credit card was faring. She had withdrawn the $700, but there were several other large withdrawals.
Then I got a text from the bank the credit card is backed by ─ they wanted me to verify that recent transactions in the location where my wife works were not fraud. I had to reply that I knew of them ─ that is, they were legitimate.
I did so, but I could only wonder ─ what if my wife no longer had possession of the card, and someone else was making those withdrawals?
I kept checking online, watching the tally of withdrawals mount up. Was my wife back in the casino near where she works, gambling? Why the hell wasn't she coming home?
But I could not contact her to demand any answers. And since I do not have a car nor do I drive, I was housebound.
Then when I saw another withdrawal occur ─ this one for $400 ─ I had no option but to place a lock on the credit card account. The damage since lending her the card Tuesday morning came to over $2,700! With just my monthly retirement pension for income, that figure alone will take me more than a decade to pay off ─ let alone the smaller balance of something like $1,500 that was already there for which she was also responsible a few weeks back.
I was so overwrought with anger, dread, anxiety, and hopeless depression, that when I at last went to bed, I was unable to fall into sleep for the longest time. I guess nervous exhaustion overcame me.
At some point my wife did come home, but if I was initially aware, I was too far under to try and communicate with her.
I forget when I rose yesterday morning, but it probably was no later than 8:00 a.m.
My wife normally rises around 10:00 a.m. to begin readying for her workday, so I let her rest. However, 10:00 a.m. came and went.
And as I already said, she never did rise until just after 3:00 p.m. She was missing working the earlier part of her day, but apparently planning to begin in the latter afternoon ─ the restaurant closes for one to 1½ hours during the afternoon, and then remains open until after mid-evening.
I expect that she got drunk after work Tuesday, and lost her inhibitions and resolution to stay away from gambling. This would also explain why she could not get up and go to work yesterday morning ─ she may have spent as many as 11 hours in bed, in fact!
I had settled down by the time she got up. And when she had showered and readied herself, she sheepishly came downstairs and turned over the credit card to me, making the empty promise of somehow repaying the debt for her foolery at the end of the month.
I did get to bed last evening ahead of 10:00 p.m. I believe, even though my wife had not yet gotten home; and I did manage to get to sleep. But upon rising at 2:00 a.m. or so, I just could not rally and resurrect the spunk and impetus to get out for a walk ─ not even to go over the the elementary school not a half-mile away to perform a few pull-ups.
Yet I did not return to bed until after 5:30 a.m.
My life is a sucking ruin, I must say.
Look, I don't want to say anything further. I am only going to post a few photos, and then close and publish this post.
Google Photos today created a collage from five photos that were taken three years ago when my wife was visiting her home village in Thailand to see her mother, other family, and friends.
Supposedly the photos were taken around November 14, 2016 ─ this is the collage:
When I filed the original photos into a Google Photos album, I had identified that the temple shown is "Wat Pa Phu Kon in the Na Yung District of Udon Thani Province ─ the most northwestern part of the province, incidentally."
That is my wife in three of the photos (she is seated on the temple steps in one of the photos).
I managed to locate the original photos, so here they are ─ beginning with the top row:
And that is all I have time for today.
I will not again entrust my credit card to my wife. It is clear that she cannot uphold such trust.
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