Well, at 6:30 this morning, I walked into my house for the first time all weekend. I found out about the PA on Saturday night after retrieving my step children from their mom's house where they were saying goodbye to their mom before she moved "down south." DH had forgotten to get them so it was just me. He was out with OW. I panicked when seeing the PA confirmed and went into instant action mode. I told the children I had a friend with an emergency to take care of and I'd be back soon. I left, DH never came home. DSD had wanted to go to a friend's house but never made it as he wasn't there. I was at MIL's house. He never called the cell to see where I was, which hurt, and when I came home this morning to change for work, he never even looked at me.
I worry that the kids didn't call and wonder if he told them that we're getting D. He's already told his friends.
