I don't think it really hurt the relationship any, but I'm sure it didn't help anything either. It was a weird situation, because on the one hand, I was the most irate I've ever been in my life on numerous occasions, I mean, if you ask anyone who knows me, if being pissed off\angry is a 1 to 10 scale, the highest I ever get is like a 6 maybe? And that's not even once a year, typically me being really upset is about 30 seconds of rage followed by me going "Ok, let me breathe and think for one second. Ok, here is the problem, its not that big a deal, lets figure out how to fix it.". I typically do really well under pressure and do not ever lose my cool. 99% of shit in life is just not worth it.
That being said, I'm not kidding at all when I say I would have murdered that lady (The thief lady, not my wife). If I would have got a call from a blocked number, and when I answered a voice said "You lose your $8,000, park the car in the desert and walk away, Brandy is dead, and she did not die well. *CLICK*, I would have probably been shocked, but also pretty pleased. I've just never felt utter and complete blinding rage like I did on several occasions during that ordeal. The amount of times I was just dumbfounded, going "Well, no way this can be happening... there are rules in place to prevent this... I have to have some options... this can't be real....", I mean, that was basically my daily thought process.
I never directed anger at my wife or anything, and I never put any of the blame on her, but yeah, I'm sure I was not someone you wanted to hang out with on a few of those nights. I wasn't any fun to be around. But, that was only 3 or 4 nights out of the whole thing, most of the time I was just hoping that everything would work out while being simultaneously worried I was screwed.
ANYWAY, I don't want to get back into the "I'm an idiot" thread, I know how willing everyone is to agree with me on that

heh.
The reason I was actually coming to the thread tonight was to say I had my roughest day of the whole thing. We went to her mom's house today because she has an old bunk bed they aren't using anymore, and the plan was to clean it, disassemble it, and re-paint it. By Sunday (The day she can move into her new place), it will be totally ready to take to the new place and set back up for the kids. Well, we did that, and while we were talking it came out I had misunderstood the deposit amount of the new place by $250, so, no problem, just another expense, ok. We also determine the mattresses on the beds are about 10 years past the point they should have been thrown out, so those will need to be replaced. After we get the bed apart and outside, she decides on a color, and the plan becomes for me to go get the paint (plus some other stuff for packing we are low on), and she will stay with the kids at her moms to visit and avoid the day after Xmas Walmart crowd.
So, I go to the store and get the stuff. While I am there she calls to say that she realized she is going to need a Microwave, as the one we have is built into the wall and she wasn't going to take it. I say no problem, and grab one, so that's another $100. I get pizza's on the way back, and surprise everyone with dinner. We then come back to our house and start packing. I hop on Amazon and order 2 mattresses, $260, and (after realizing that I've thrown away the stand to the TV after I wall mounted it) I also order an entertainment center that has a tv mount attachment for her, another $150. I then go about emptying my nightstand, as I'm expecting all the furniture to go. She is in the kitchen packing and calls me in. She wants to know what I want to keep. I tell her "literally nothing, just take everything, I'll buy what I need as I need it." She gets a little annoyed and goes "Well, I'll just take like half of everything, and I'll just try to make sure I leave you with stuff you might use.", and I say "Seriously, don't factor me in at all, just assume if you don't take it I am going to throw it away. I don't need much, just take whatever you want.", she replies "You're not much help.", and I say "I know, I'm sorry."
I go back to the room and try to figure out what I'm going to do with stuff for the immediate future, but I'm just feeling super anxious and nauseous. I'm sure it's just really real, and I do want this, it was just rough at the moment, plus I just added another thousand dollars worth of expenses on to what I was expecting, and while I'm playing everything cool and courteous so she doesn't stress out/feel like shit about it, sooner or later I will need to take care of my own situation.
She comes in and asks if I'm ok and what I'm doing. I tell her I'm just getting all my stuff cleaned out, and she goes "Ohh you don't have to do that, where are you going to keep your socks and underwear? Just keep your side, and if you replace it in the future you can give it to me, but at least keep it for now." I say its fine and not to worry about it, but she insists and finally I say thank you, because yeah, it would be nice to have something to put shit in.
She then starts telling me all the stuff she plans on leaving for me, and a lot of it makes no sense because she needs that shit and has very little money. I start to talk to her, and explain why she is making no sense, and she breaks down crying. It turns out while I was out buying paint, her family (mostly her mom) was busy making her feel like shit. The entire time I was gone they were telling her how much I still love her, what a great husband and father I am, and how we don't know what we have until its gone, hindsight is 20/20, etc. Basically just telling her how this is all her fault, she is making a huge mistake, and how they are sure I really want to make it work and this is 100% her doing.
So, I calm her down, convince her that we both feel the same way, and that we are doing the right thing. We talk some more, and finally she is falling asleep, so we call it a night for packing.
Just kind of a rough night for both of us emotionally. Probably to be expected right after the holidays, but yeah.
Anyways, sorry for the wall of text, just getting it out there. I'm sure its going to be a couple more anxious days, but I'm hoping after the move that abates.