That part is over in Book Four: Ichi-no-Tani 2017

As of Thursday, March 30th at 4:30 p.m. Wife and I are officially out of and done with Tiny Town.
As of Thursday, March 30th at 7:50 p.m. I am 307 Bookmarked Entries behind.

The move is “over.” Over with quotations because while things are in… they are certainly not set up.

I will say that moving… has definitely brought out the worst qualities in my wife. As “If you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best” is a truism… a bit. But… I haven’t exactly had a lot of “at her best” in the last 6 years of marriage (or 12 years of knowing her). And I have a lot about that in my head right now. Basically, in short, that she is VERY much incapable of empathy, thinking about other people, considering other people’s needs and wants.

Best/Worst Example?
Wife was sick Sunday-Tuesday. I was sick yesterday and today (and likely the next few days).
I have driven a grand total of 900 miles this week. I (almost single handedly) moved massively heavy furniture and boxes from a 2 story house to a second floor apartment. Last night, I was breathing heavily after moving more furniture. When wife had a comment. I need to say specifically… this comment was not sarcastic, sardonic, cutesy, or in jest. This was a sincere comment. She saw me breathing heavily (remember… pain disorder, moving loads of heavy furniture and boxes, sick) and said, “Proves how out of shape you are.” I stopped and sort of called her on it. Just to make sure I didn’t misunderstand. Yeah, she doubled down. Apparently, being sore and tired after all of that… is because I’m “out of shape and fat.”

Though as we go through the 12 seasons of Bones… she has lately taken to genuinely calling Emily Deschanel fat. According to my wife (5 foot tall; 170 lbs) this woman is fat.

It… uh… well… this move has certainly reminded me of Wife’s worst qualities. In Tiny Town; there is/was super quiet all the time. Thus, Wife’s constant chatter… was welcome. But back in DM… there is enough ambient noise. It isn’t enough for her, for some reason. I say that because… she was talking for the 100% entire move. Not… to anyone… just talking. Talking to talk. Any idea that went through her head, she had to vocalize. (Maybe that is a stress response; but something to keep an eye on as the year progresses). The bigger problem with her talking… is that she has no room, time, or ability to listen to me. At all. About anything. I have to repeat myself four or five times to get her to listen to me. Even shit about “Hey, what can I get you for lunch?” She stops talking to herself. “Hey, what can I get you for lunch?” She continues to do whatever she was doing without responding. I walk over to her and say, “Hey, what can I get you for lunch?” She looks at me, and continues what she is doing. I basically have to grab her, force her to look at me, explicitly tell her “I need you to give me a response. What Can I Get You For Lunch?” That is… the norm this week. All of that in addition to her “You’re tired because you’re fat” bullshit.

Yeah. I’m hoping it is “moving stress” and the like but.... damn. Certainly things to keep in mind.