To the mother ship: WHEN DO I GET MY HUSBAND BACK?

[ddstartingover]

So, I drove the 30 miles to pick my mom up yesterday and bring her back to my house so I could take her to the doctor. After her appt., we picked up the kids from school and played the waiting game----waiting to hear from H about when he would be picking up the kids for the night. I had assumed it would be 5:30, since that is what it was last week. I decided that I needed to get mom back home and get her some dinner, so when I got his e-mail saying he thought he could be here around 6, I sent a simple reply. I told him that they would be ready, but that I had to leave to take mom home.

He hadn't asked me how mom was since I told him we were at the ER last week. He didn't reply to my e-mail asking how she is doing. Nothing. This person he has become does not care about me or anything that is attached to me-----except our kids.

Yesterday I did final battle with the contractor who did our remodel. I sent in payment for the final bill. I've done that all on my own------all the decisions (6 months of them), all the battles about what was done, or not done. I also took all the trash in to town, again. That was the last responsibility he had here. Despite the fact that he had moved out, since he has a truck, he was taking our trash in to town. It got to the point where I had to ask if he could take it in----after weeks went by. So, I decided I would no longer ask that of him, and I now take it in, in the back of my mini-van.

I am on my own. I accept that. I don't like the fact that I have to share my kids with the alien my H has become. But, I do. On these days that I wake in this huge house by myself, the unfairness of it all hits me all over again----but I don't cry about it like I used to.

I have a hair appt. today. I may go blond...will see............I am subbing the next two days and Friday one of the cats is having surgery. I am trying to stop hoping that she doesn't survive it...........sorry, but I HATE cats, and this particular one likes to pee on my carpet. She is D12's cat----she LOVES her, and despite my feelings about her I'm doing my best to keep her around............Funny, I DO hate cats, and now have 3 of them living in my house. The other two cats were strays rescued from a parking lot------thought it was temporary, but I guess that was just me.

Anyway, I have a busy rest of the week, and I guess that's what I need...........