Well, I never got the chance to read any of ya'll's advice here before the H came home last night. And, that's OK because I think I handled it pretty well. No sooner did I get done typing and go to change my clothes, when he drove up. I never got the chance to paint my nails either.
Anyway, he came to the front door and rang the doorbell. What's that about? I guess it was his way of being polite. I answered it. He was walking away and turned back around and said, "What, now I can't come in and do my laundry?" (He meant because I was here). I put my head down and waved him in. I said, "No, that's fine because I'll be leaving anyway." As he was coming into the house, I just looked into his eyes and smiled and thought my thoughts as hard as I could. His eyes said he was unhappy and agitated. I hope my eyes were shining. He made a comment as he came in the house. "So you're not working anymore?" I said, "That's my business," very politely. (Sorry Puppy, but I have my reasons for saying this). "Great!" he said. "You can't even keep a job." I bit my tongue, ignored his statement and just walked into the computer room to wipe out the history on the puter and turn it off. Then I went out to the car for something, but as I was leaving, he followed me through the kitchen saying, "But I have two loads to do." I reassured him that I would not be home before he finishes both loads of laundry. I said, "That's fine, I'm going out with friends, and I won't be back until much later." At that time, I also mentioned the garbage and asked him politely if he could take it with him when he left. I said, "You, don't have to if you don't want to, but it would be nice if you did."
When, I came back in the house, he went out to his bronco and moved it forward so I could back out. He got his laundry, and went to the back porch where the washing machine and dryer reside. I had my own stuff in them. He took them out and spewed them on the couch while I was grabbing my keys and phone from the bedroom.
When I came back out to leave, he was making himself comfortable in the easy chair and about to read his newsapaper. That took me by surprise at how easy it is for him to settle in and ignore me. Oh, well.
I came out and stood in front of him of a few seconds, smiled, thought my thoughts again and said goodbye. He waved and smiled. Then I remembered that I had wanted to ask him about a hairbrush of mine that seems to be missing. He said he didn't have it and that, "There's nothing left of yours in the camper." I had to bite my tongue again. But I said goodbye and left.
Overall, I was very happy with my actions and responses. I felt very detached and I was happy with my lack of negativity. He, on the other hand, was also acting very unconcerned and unaware of me. Oh well. It's his loss.
I'm sure he was polite because of my attnys email today. I'm sure his attny read it to him or at least told him our response. What a silly game! It's like he believes everyone else but me. I'm sure that little exchange cost us a couple of hundred dollars.
Anyway, when I came home last night, all three bags of garbage were gone. One baby step accomplished!
