We were supposed to go to CT to visit my H's family the weekend of 10/24, but H and S6 were sick, so we didn't. Work was rough last week and this week will be super busy, so I couldn't wait to get home on Friday night, get the chores out of the way so I could spend some time with the boys and some time to myself.
I walked in the house on Friday night and the boys greeted me at the door telling me how "we are going to CT tomorrow." "Really?" So I waited a little whil enad asked H why he waited till the last minute to tell me. "This isn't last minute." Me-"It is last minute to me." Found out while in CT that it wasn't 'last minute' because both his mother and sister have known since we cancelled last weekend that we would be coming this weekend. I explained that I had only found out the night before. I contemplated not going and then thought better of it, the boys wanted "us" to go and I was not about to disappoint.
Some mild R talk on the way since the boys were watching movies and playing games in the backseat. Not productive at all, silence resumed from about NYC until we got to CT.
Yesterday afternoon, I was doing laundry (that I would have done on Thursday evening, had I know I wasn't going to be home on the weekend). I was in socks instead of slippers and fell down the stairs while carrying the basket to the basement. The stairs are carpeted and heavily padded, but I bruised my hip and hurt my foot. S9 walks to the top of the stairs and asks if I'm ok. About an hour after it happened, H came from upstairs and I lit into him. I was just so angry that I fell and he had to have heard it and he didn't come to even check on me. BIM: "Did you hear a loud noise a while ago?" H: "Yes, I did." BIM: " I fell down the stairs and when was it that you were going to ask if I was okay..." The ... is me being angry and saying whatever I felt like saying. H: "So you're mad at me because you fell down the stairs?" BIM: "I believe we both know that this is not about me falling down the stairs..."
This went on for the larger part of the evening.
MIL called to see if we had gotten home ok. While there, I had said something in passing about H being in the hospital a few weeks back. Lo and behold, MIL and SIL didn't know either. MIL confronted him about it over the phone last night. H comes downstairs talking about how I feel the need to tell on him to his mother. 1) I figured he would have at least told them since they are so close. 2) I told him that he fails to realize that EVERYTHING that happens to him isn't just about him. There are people who care about him and are affected by what happens to him. Point blank, I asked him to leave. I told him I would fill out the paperwork for him to get an apt. Of course, he said I couldn't make him leave, etc.
FF to this morning. He brought up a number of things but wanted to point out that S9 is getting in trouble for talking too much at school because his teacher is F and because of his relationship with me, doesn't listen to his teacher either. BIM: "Really, and you don't believe that part of his not listening to me is because he sees you disrespecting me on a regular basis?"
My cell rang halfway to work and S9 told me I had left my lunch at home. "Oh well, I can't come back. I have a meeting at 8:00 am. S9:" Maybe H can bring it to you." BIM: "No thanks, but thanks for calling me to let me know. Love you."
I am honestly so flipping mad today that I literally feel like punching my H. I am not a violent person, never have been, but WHAT THE HE!! IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!
I am seriously contemplating contacting an atty. I don't know how I'm not supposed to react when this kind of thing happens. No, I realize that I did not practice a single DB principle this weekend, but enough has to be enough sometimes. I am exhausted from this OVER AND OVER again!!!
Thoughts? Ideas? 2x4s?
BIM
BIM M 39 / H 40 / S 9 / S 6 / T 20 / M 11
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