You know, he calls me today. What is he doing calling me? He walked to a hotel (must be fucking nice all these hotels) and has two days until the rehab place can take him, but they will take him. Fantastic. He asked how I was and I said not so good. He asked if he should let me go (off the phone anyhow) and I said yeah. That was that.

I had to discontinue the conversation in order to not upset him with the details of the Cleveland police arriving at my house right before lunch today. Apparently an irate customer contacted the police because my husband received his $36 in January and never shipped the item. Good thing the other 60 or so people he did the same thing to didn't involve the police. His sister has come over every night to 1. find out how bad the eBay got and 2. fix it. All customers have been taken care of either buddha- or refund-wise. The cops had good timing, but of course I was a nervous wreck seeing them at my door. Was it the Fed-exed packages of pills, the heroin buying, the non tax filing, a dead husband?

Jesus Christ.

I'm ready to throw in the towel in so many ways.