W didn't say two words to me all night. She had supper waiting when I got home. I said, mmmmm, smells good. We sat down and ate. I tried some small talk and got one word answers in return. I just enjoyed the meal, cleaned the dishes from the table, and went in to play with the kids.
After a while, she gave kids showers, something I do 90% of the time, and I relaxed in the recliner. My daughter got a blanket and came and sat with me. Then youngest son got up there too so we kicked back and watched The Incredibles for the hundredth time. W got ready for bed and came in and told the kids good-night. S4 wanted to sleep with her and she said OK. My daughter was already sleeping on my lap. I asked what time we should be ready to go to her mom's tomorrow (today) and she asked if I was going. I just said yeah. She said she got off at noon, be ready when she got home.
We went through this at Christmas, are you going, do you want me to go, if you want me to, I don't care, etc. Not doing that this time. I just said yes. If she tells me today she doesn't want me to, fine.
I have stayed cheerful and upbeat like it doesn't bother me. Playing and having fun with the kids. If she instigates conversation, I listen, validate and give her my full attention. It still goes from one extreme to the other. When does it stop? I know, when I make it stop.
Trying to hang in there. Patience. Still trying to talk myself into what I need to do.
