Friday night I had a major backslide -- WAW left her email open on the computer again (really, I think it's on purpose now; how many times do you have to be told "log out, don't minimize the effin' screen!") and so as soon as I sit down to check out the scores... bing! there it is, a little note to her girlfriend about how EOM sent her a little email and it made her heart go all pitter-patter.
Puke! So I called her out on it, which was a bad thing to do, because it just moved me farther away from my goals.
But for Eff's sake! That can't be accidental.
Saturday started out with me doing one of my "constant disappointments" -- fixed right away, btw, so what's with the drama? -- and then gradually got better until at end of day she was sitting in my home office while I was at the desk, and we had a nice talk, with smiles and laughter, about a non-R topic.
Then, I think we should separate. Need my space. Could get a short-term rental. Blah, blah, blah.
Then sunshine and roses a couple hours later.
And then she left to get ready for a St. Pat's party at her boss's house (no risk there, I think, because too many senior people from work to risk attention). Upppppp! Dooooowwwwwn! Uuuuuuppppp! Doooooowwwwn!
Nice roller coaster. I agree w/ something that was on another thread -- having the WAW in the house is not necessarily better or "at least you get to see her." Maybe getting to see her isn't the best thing -- do you really want to watch your life, who looks particularly attractive that night, go out to a party? [I'm editing this -- note that typo I made: "do you really want to watch your life, who looks particularly attractive..." Now obviously I meant, "wife." Calling Dr. Freud. Dr. Freud. Calling Dr. Freud, please see Dr. Hemlock, stat!]
Uuuupppp! Dooowwwwn!
Just smile and wave, boys; smile and wave.
So who has experience with separations, here? Better or worse?
