Well, initial move out is over. He couldn't find anyone to help, so the stuff that is too big for one person is still here. Said he'll come Friday while I'm out. I'm wondering if every time I come home something more will be gone? Pulling the bandaid off very slowly instead of just ripping it off. I did offer to help with the big stuff, but he didn't take me up on my offer.
I told my mom I just want to be alone right now, so she won't be coming up.
Last night he was angry at me, again. Said I gave him the cold shoulder when he came home and I was rude after dinner to go upstairs to work on S7's room (I'm stripping the wall-paper) instead of being downstairs with the three of them playing. Does he think I'm made of stone, I can handle all that? I just looked at him in shock--what has he been doing the past year? Never engaging in conversations, going to different parts of the house, but if I do it, then it is awful. Also said I wasn't supportive enough during the conversation, I should have talked more. Then he told me that he will pay the mortgage only and I should be responsible for some of the bills, not all only him. He doesn't trust me with the check book? I'm the frugal one in the family, he's out buying only LL Bean stuff for the new place while I only have three pants that fit!
I just couldn't believe this is the person I married, all the statements were me-centered statements, I had so many awful thoughts in my head, but I said nothing, it would serve no purpose to point this out to him.
S7 asked him on the phone if he was ever coming back, he said never to him.
Soup said something over on his thread....is it the failure that we are fighting or do we really love them? I'm beginning to wonder.
I feel numb at the moment. Just not sure this is all real.
