I guess my good deed was the right move. H called tonight. He started the phone call asking me how I'm doing and about my day. I told him I was sick, he seemed a bit concerned. Said he'd reschedule getting the boys so I don't have to go get them and take care of them while sick (thank goodness, they are a handful when I'm well). He said thank you for helping him with the money. He sounded broken, tired, lost. I asked if he was ok, he said ok. I asked him how his training sessions at work are going and he confided a lot. He's having a horrible trip, he's about to lose his job, he's stressed about money... and that's just the work stuff. I listened, I validated things he said that were true, I didn't criticize, I didn't enable either. We were on the phone only about 15 minutes. I ended the call first, telling him to go find something to eat. He said "I love you, take care"... which was weird. Trying not to read into that.
Now, I'm worried though. On the homefront, he's got 2 teenage boys spinning out of control and no matter how hard he tries to reel them in, his XW thwarts all his efforts. He's got mortgage problems, money problems, another job loss in a horrible unstable industry. And he's got marriage problems... another failure, another marriage in trouble, another thing falling apart in his life that he can't seem to get right or save. He didn't say that, that's all stuff he's collectively said in the past few weeks. He has problems, no doubt. Some his fault, some not. But we all have problems. My life isn't easier than his, in some ways it's a whole lot harder. He's at the breaking point though.
Me - 38, 2nd M, no living children, 1 forever 6 yr old boy H - 44, 3rd M, twins 16
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