I think I am going to lose it. After a complete day of DB or doing my very own thing, H starts to move his "camp" from my bedroom to the living area where I have been most of the day.

Get this: He says he needs to use my my car to see how the tires are working out. I said really? They are perfect. We went through this Friday night.

He then says that he is going to the store. OK fine. He asks me what I need to make blueberry muffins. Really? Seriously? I have never baked in my life much less know how to make blueberry muffins.

I'm not going to mention "blueberry muffins" when he gets back.

What is going on?

me:51
H: 48
No kids together
M:14 years
seperated:Ask him to GET OUT 3/21/11
Piecing 09/14