I've been wondering about where this is for me, thinking about it a lot, blah blah blah. Last night I went out with a friend---got dressed up, didn't tell DH with whom or where I was going---and had a fantastic time. I drove up around 1.30 am singing and happy, walked in the house, and went to check the (house) phone for messages. The line was in use, so I thought, those kids! Gotta find the other phone and hang it up. (Am I in lala land or what?)
Went to the kids' room (where DH is sleeping now) to look for it, heard DH whispering and thought he was talking in his sleep. His head poppped out from under the covers and he looked at me like what the hell are you doing? I said, "Hey, I'm looking for the phone." He said, "I've got the phone." I said, "Oh," walked out, shut the door, and couldn't stop an exasperated "Jesus Christ" from slipping out.
So anyway, I'd been wondering, hm, where's my boundary, la la la, and them wham. Apparently my boundary is my house. It felt like a total violation to come home to my refuge and find DH whispering to OM so late at night in bed.
If he had been sitting in the backyard talking, I don't think I would've been as bothered. The whispering under the covers got me especially.
