He's leaving me.
The rat-bastard has got himself invited to an iron symposium in DENMARK! of all places, and yes, he's going.
(Not that I fault him for this.) And he did ask if I wanted to come along. But leading the financially-challenged, though creatively- [occasionally] rewarding life as a very occasional costume designer and props maker for a little theatre, does not translate into tripping to Denmark.
Sigh.
I did tell him he'd have to bring me a nice gift...
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