I woke up this morning sad, mad and fed up with h. Nothing happened in particular to upset me, but I'm just tired of how things are.
He probably knows that he can take all of the time he needs because I'm here waiting. In the meantime, look!, he doesn't need to worry about the bills, cleaning up the house, doing grocery shopping, finishing any tasks that he said he would do. He can continue to spend time here, mainly watching tv (OK, to be fair, helping with the kids) and then go back to sleep at his $1200 per month "condo".
I had a thought yesterday: We lived together for 3 years before getting married. Ten years after getting married, we're married but living apart. How screwed up is that?
