Sometimes I wish I would have beat the hell out of her, but that would only have landed me in jail away from my kids and made the situation much, much worse than it was.
I reminded myself yesterday afternoon that, one year later, H was still with me (even if we are in a delicate place right now), not with OW. He lives in our house with me and the kids, which I didn't think would ever happen after last November.
H came home last night and played around with the kids, ate supper with us, seemed to be in pretty good spirits. Except he had a really bad headache, he was popping motrin at the dinner table....Once the kids went to bed he said he needed to stretch out on the big couch (downstairs, it is the best couch ever!) to get rid of his headache. He took an ice pack with him for his neck.
I decided to give him his space, b/c on Friday I had a migraine so bad I threw up a few times...so I can't fault a guy for a headache. But of course he fell asleep down there and didn't come to bed, again...
I said something in passing when he came in to get dressed this morning, about his not coming to bed since he got back from his trip. He said no big deal, I just fell asleep on the couch. He gave me a hug goodbye and went to work. I still think it is strange that he hasn't come to bed since he got back from his trip. Makes me wonder again about OW but also I am sure that is b/c of the date on the calendar compared to last year...
