Hard weekend. H was MIA with no explanation, as I said before. His computers broke down (his livelihood), his phone broke, he almost got in a car crash and his car got broken into. He has been trying hard to keep his cool, but lost it tonight. We had a spat and I told him he should go home. He was yelling and I was asking him to tell me why he was upset. It was going notwhere. He left and I took S to neighbors.
H called back immediately and talked to me. This is progress. Said he just couldn't keep it together with all the bad luck the past 78 hours and it wasn't my fault.
I kept myself from saying things would be better if he'd move home - we could afford to fix everything and we could help each other. Obviously this is not what H wants and thank god I'm DBing enough to not say anything.
I just listened and validated. I said some of my feelings. I told him that although I don't like it taken out on me, I worry about him when he isn't handling well.
It was progress that we could talk and listen to each other. I just wish so badly we could be together again and I could make everything all better. Yes, I'm working on my codependency issues, lol.
