I sometimes wonder...what will be the catalyst that prompts bringing limbo to an end.

The W will talk one day about how the flowers in our yard will look next year and the next (last night) spend two hours getting all primped and prissy in order to go out for "dinner" with our neighbor. (female neighbor)

I guess I'm not as detached as I thought. Not that long ago, it would have really rattled me to think that my wife was going out without me. It still bothers me...especialy since she refuses to go out with me, but will put a ton of effort into going out with someone else. Also because she doesn't wear her ring any more. (I still do) The level of disrespect that I feel this screaming in the face of me, our marriage, and our family is immeasurable.

We didn't talk much last night. The time between me getting home and her "going out" was pretty much spent with her upstairs playing dress up. It's hard to believe that this is the same girl who used to never go out and was comfortable with just a touch of makeup, worn out blue jeans and an oversize T-shirt.

She missed tucking in S7 once again. She was home at 11:30. (better than 2:00am I guess)

I understand that people need friends and to go out, but 3-4 nights a week, coming in at all hours is a bit much.


Me: 35
W: 31
S:9
M: 10 years
Together 13
MySitch - Ups & Downs
She moved out the day before Thanksgiving 2009, over 13 months post-bomb.