H was working out last night when I went to run. He went into yoga and I left after my workout. H then called the house after his class was over and said he ordered a pizza and did I want him to bring it over. The kids and I had planned a breakfast-dinner but told him to bring it over and we'd do the other the next night.
When he's there he isn't especially friendly, he doesn't initiate conversation with me, he does with the kids. . .
We've have taken so many steps back I'm not sure how we'll ever be able to get back to our once previous level of dysfunction (refer to original post)
