Another thing, I took our D8 out to dinner last night, and got home after the STBXW (I need to keep calling her that, rather than just my W) was home from her day out.
Later, the STBXW watched TV downstairs with me, something she has not done in a while, and when I got up to get something to drink, she made a point to ask me why I was wearing the shirt I had been wearing and didn't I hate that shirt, and she thought I had thrown it out. I believe it's a shirt she got me, but I had not liked the way it looked on me when I was 25 pounds heavier than I am now, but never hated the shirt. Why the heck does she even care what shirt I was wearing?
M: 41 STBXW: 41 D: 9 Bomb: 4/26/09
On board the D train now..
"Suffering is when we try to change what we cannot."
