Journaling: Saturday Morning: I need to make a quick post. I am actually keeping myself busy. Before leaving for parents last night, I told W that I was dissappointed in what was happening. W: "What are my options? Remain depressed for the rest of my life. Is that what you want?" M: <shrug shoulders> "Just telling you how I feel about this." W: <starts to cry but stops when D5 walks in>
Some background: W knows that I have been on a forum about our marriage, but doesn't know where it is. Early on, in one of our conversations when she was questioning my motives, I said you can read everything that I wrote if you want. She then said she didn't need to do that.
So anyway, W calls me when I am almost to my parents home last night. She says she is having a "hard time" and couldn't finish packing. She wonders if she can read what I wrote. I nearly say yes, but then say "I would rather not, I need the confidentiality". She then gets very short, saying she was being impulsive, and then quickly gets off the phone.
My parents now know of the seperation. I have been keeping myself busy and feeling OK.
