So i ended up drinking way to much, and getting a little to crazy. Fun night, but I woke up on my friends couch with a blanket wrapped around me at 8am.
I got up and drove home expecting some BS from my wife about it. (in all my years i've never not come home, also i didn't call her or text her my plans) At first she asks if i 'just' got home. I say yeah, i didn't want to drive last night. She leaves the room.
She then text messages me - you okay? and 10 minutes later brings me down a cup of coffee.
Then my little girls had their ballet recital. I almost cried I was so proud of them. I know every dad says this, but my kids are the cutest two girls on the planet. I'll have to put some pictures up at some point for you guys.
Other then some times when she was frustrated about things (which i was able to just roll off my back) she has been nice to me all day, so I'm just sitting here and not sure what to do. I am still done with this situation. I'm tired of being the husband she doesn't know she wants, while she dates a guy that hangs out at the TGI Fridays with his buddies.
I don't know.
One part of me says I just tell her to "f** off" and have fun with this guy.
Then a big part of me thinks that monday at Family therapy i have the opportunity to say calmly that 'she can be confused for as long as she wants' I just want to move on with the seperation ASAP.
Another part of me says to sleep on it for another week or two. Maybe my acceptance to this crap is just what my situation needs right now.
