So being separated and living in the same house is beyond awkward. He doesn't speak to me unless I ask him a question. When we do try to talk (usually about money) it turns into me getting angry.
He seems most afraid that I'm going to try to run off with our money. LOL He blocked our joint credit line, that my checking account is linked to for overdraft protection. I can call and unblock it, but I just made other arrangements. He says he'll give me money to pay my normal bills, I just need to ask. How nice of him. He doesn't seem to realize that it's my money too. He closed our joint checking account, & opened an individual one. I have no idea if he's earning a paycheck or not. He says he isn't. It seems odd that he'd continue to work with these people from 9 am til 7 pm without earning a dime. Last weekend was his to spend with the kids. He was gone from 8 am until 8 pm on Saturday. I gave up trying to understand why he does what he does. He's stopped doing most anything around the house. I wonder if he's trying to show me what it will be like with him gone. I'm not worried. I've been taking care of most everything for a long time.
I'm trying to be the best me I can. I'm still doing everything I normally would, with the exception of his laundry. I'm still cooking dinner each night. The kids & I eat at our normal time. H comes home around 7:30, & I usually have something left for him to eat.
Our D was very sick (we thought it was mono) luckily it wasn't. She's doing a lot better. The boys are just doing their own things with their friends like always. I get everybody together for dinner, then get them going on homework, & remind them to shower/bathe, & tuck them in bed. Life as usual.
Edited to add:
I watched Sleeping with the Enemy last night. I'd seen it several times before. I still can't believe how much it freaks me out to watch it. Things like that remind me how far I've come, & yet I've got a ways to go yet to feel safe.
Last edited by smartcookie; 03/13/0902:02 AM.
M 19 years, MC for 8 months, DB'd for 8 months 4 kids; 18, 15, 14, & 10 I was never meant to be a doormat. It took me years of therapy to become assertive enough to stop his abuse.