This weekend one of our sons was sick. My wife and I are great parents and we work together really well when caring for a sick child.
Most of the weekend my W kept her distance from me, called me mostly by my name instead of our pet name and seemed very disinterested in anything I did or said outside of the kids.
I was supposed to go to my nephew's 3rd birthday with both kids, but on Sat. morning my W built herself up to say that she didn't want me taking both because the party was on a beach and she was afraid one might slip by me and go in the water. She was borderline hysterical saying, "I am sorry but you are not taking both kids. As much as you'd try one of them WILL slip by you, so pick one."
I didn't want to fight with her over it b/c I could tell how much she put into putting on that performance. But then by Sunday we learned that they are both carrying a virus (via their doc) and one of my sons had a low fever. I said to my W on Sunday, "I think I should stay home and be with them." She said, "You can do whatever you want to do." Not showing any desire for me to stay home and help -- or show any appreciation. I myself wasn't feeling 100% and feared that I was carrying it, too, so I shouldn't be around a bunch of kids to possibly infect.
It was a tense weekend dealing with a sick son and a wife who refuses to accept or acknowledge anything I do to help or take care of her or the family. If I even sneezed I got no acknowledgement. It was as if I was taking up space.
But after the kids went to bed last night we got some dinner and ate together and she was strangely friendly and a bit conversational. When one of the kids woke up I ran upstairs to comfort him. After our pleasant meal, she vanished.
Tomorrow is our 8th wedding anniversary. I guess I will just treat it as Tuesday and act as though it's just another day. There is nothing to celebrate, nothing to say, nothing to acknowledge.
