And she's getting dinner for you. Isn't that a 180 for her?
Sort of - She hasn't really done dinner for us together in the last few months. She always used to make dinner in the evening, but gradually lost interest because she didn't eat anything at night. Now we're kind of backwards to that - She doesn't eat much for lunch, and only eats something good at home if we're together, or we go somewhere.
Mostly a positive evening - W looked pretty sick and exhausted. She made us dinner (chicken and stuff), which we all pretty much gobbled down. We played with D for a while, gave her a bath and put her to bed. W and I ended up watching TV together for a while, then I finally convinced her that she needed some decongestants and antihistamines. After I picked them up, we finished up watching TV and I told her it was time for me to leave. She sounded pretty disappointed, but also said that she found it stressful to 'entertain' people.
When I left, W hugged me a lot, kissed me - The usual deal. As I was walking out the door, on a whim I just grabbed her and kissed her again. She didn't seem to resist.
I have no idea why she invited me over for dinner tonight - When I told her I could stay a while and help her with chores around the house she said that I didn't have to because I 'had my own life'. Of course, then she showed me all the Christmas cards she got for us and that we can put the Santa picture of D in it.
W asked me if we could switch Tues/Wed nights with D because she has to do something at work tomorrow night - Not sure if I entirely believe her, but in spite of everything she hasn't all out lied about what she is doing (if she says she's going out, she goes out - if she says she's going to work, she goes to work). She still wants us to go out to dinner together with D before she has to go to work.
The one thing that did concern me was that she had some instructions to fix something on her car and she said OM could do it for her. I commented that I thought she wasn't talking to OM anymore, and she sort of mumbled off something about how she wasn't sure. She didn't have much else to say about it. I'm losing track of how many times W has fallen on her face with that whole thing. Should I think about going dark? Should I keep doing what I'm doing? Should I push W a little more to see if she'll react in any way at all?
Part of me feels like I'm making progress, but part of me also thinks that it's a battle that there is no winning outcome for anyone. W just seems like she has lost all of her energy and spark in the last five months.
