Evening was very quiet. H was hunting and when he got home we had a light supper and within no time he was snoring on the couch. I went to bed and read for a while. He came up at some point and layed down, but I don't think either one of us slept very well.
He was pouty this morning, just sat in his lazy boy, did not start my blazer, or even make like he was going to get up to see me out the door. That pissed me off and I let him know it. He got up and complained that his back was hurting him....boo hoo. I told him that I'm sure his back wasn't a problem when he was with the OW and I'm sure he never complained about that to her! I know. I know. I couldn't stop myself. It hurts. I don't understandwhy after a week he thinks this will just be better and easy for me. When he makes an effort it IS easy for me. When he pulls in and pouts, I hurt.
Oh well. I'll give him his space and keep busy with my stuff. When he feels like being there again I'm sure that he will be.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
