Hi everyone,
Thanks. So this afternoon the police found him in a hotel. They went to check on him and they told me he was alive and drunk. They said at first he didn't want me to be told where he was, but then he relented.
When the officer gave me the address and phone number of the hotel, he said, "So we'll consider the matter closed, and you can go and collect him there." I laughed out loud and said, "Yeah, no."
He's hemorraging our joint checking account, going into the red. Tomorrow morning I'll phone the bank and have my name taken off the joint checking, then get a new account just for me. I'll email my bosses to let them know to deposit my paycheck in the new account.
God knows how long he's going to languish in a hotel. If he's still not here by the end of the month, I will have to re-think moving, because I can't just abandon the house. Anyway, there's time before I have to cross that bridge.
It's a gorgeous autumn evening and I'm going for a run.