It was an eerie evening. Like I said before very few words were exchanged. W should be happy that I’m leaving, but instead she is not angry miserable lump. Just 3 days ago we joked and laughed while shopping for new dog toys online. She ordered a bunch including a bacon flavored bubble maker. She was all excited and was looking forward receiving the package to have some real fun with the bubble maker and our four legged pack.
The package arrived yesterday and she had taken everything out but left all of it unwrapped on the counter.
She was watching a comedy show on TV but her face was stone cold. One of the dogs had gotten into something nasty and I said that I should give him a bath. She asked me if I needed a hand. It was definitely needed so I said yes. We washed the dog and that was the end of any interaction.
She had dinner alone and I retired to my bedroom.
This morning she was just as miserable as last night. I said good morning but received no response.
She’s getting what she wants, but she is in worse condition that I’ve ever seen. Hard for me not to feel empathy, but I am keeping it to myself.
