Put the boys to bed about an hour ago. They were up late tonight with me, watching a Christmas DVD, The Polar Express. We love that movie.
I have my S's one extra night, tonight. They'll get to spend tomorrow, daytime, with me, but I take them back tomorrow evening, Christmas Eve. I am so happy for the good quality time I've had with my S's this weekend.
I have been wondering how Christmas Day is going to go, and whether I will be invited to be there first thing that morning for the gift opening. W has said nothing about it, and I won't pry or impose myself where I am am not welcome. So I am mentally steeling myself for the worst.
It does not bode well so far. W recognizes that I have a lot of the major gift items from Santa to be brought over yet, so I will have to transport them down there when little eyes are asleep. W merely mentioned that I should return later tomorrow night after our S's are off to sleep -- she'll leave the garage door up and "allow" me to quietly place the gifts in our car port. Then she'll bring them inside after I am gone. (Sounded to me like a hostage exchange.) It doesn't sound like I am welcome for anything else.
Honestly, if this really is the way she wants to handle it, then I am fine. She's only harming our S's. I will be angry for their sake, but part of me will be resigned to the fact that this M is truly over under those circumstances, that the person I loved is most assuredly if figuratively "dead" and gone. It will only underline and confirm what I have been fearing is true.
I pray my pessimism is unfounded, for my family's sake.
