Well this week end was up and down with H. He was pretty excited about coming home for the week end and I was pretty happy to have him here. At first we chatted about nothing to detailed. We had a nice dinner and watched a movie. Then we started talking. Actually he started the R talk. The convo was a little weird. It felt like he was trying to see how far he could push me before I would BLOW. I didn't. I was very calm and kept my composure through it all. he was talking about other women and things they had said to him about me. And not in a bad way, but a he said she said way. And him wanting to know if I believed him or her. At this point I don't know who to believe. Then he starts snooping through my phones to see who I am talking to. He felt like a reall a$$ when he started in on me about calling my girlfriends boyfriend. I explained to him that my girlfriend was there visiting for 4 days and I was calling her. (He forgot she went away)

Anyways, this talk made Saturday a quiet day. It wasn't bad just quiet. later that night he starts in again with really weird talk. Like he just wants me to blow up. Again I wouldn't. He gave up a lot easier this time. We watched another movie and went to sleep.

So Sunday is when it all broke loose. My oldest S came to tell my H that the bunnies had babies and could he come and help him. My H turns to me and starts in on me about keeping the bunnies apart and I have nothing better to do so why I am not doing the farm chores better. I very calmly told him that the farm thing is what he wanted not me and that he needed to take care of this. I told him I wanted a house in the suburbs with a cat and dog not all of this. So he tells me to get a job and move. I asked if he was gonna help with daycare for our kids and there was no way I would go flip burgers for $8 an hour. I needed time to figure out what I was gonna do because my whole life had been about our business and with him gone I was not part of it anymore. (that was his choice and doing) He told me the only thing I was qualified for was flipping burgers and that's what I should do. I looked at him, didn't say a word and walked out of the house. He left angry. As soon as he got home he was texting how much he hates his life and that he has no life plan anymore. And that was it.

What a week end! I am starting to doubt my love for him. Is that normal?


Me:32
H: 34
T: 12 YEARS
M: ALMOST 5
S: 8
D: 4
S: 14 (OTHER R)
SEPERATED: 03/09/07 (but wanted to work on it)
NEW SEPERATION: 27/11/07 (doesn't know what he wants)
MOVED HOME 12/01/08
I'm acting as if this blue sky is never going to rain down on me....Sara Evans