Last night he hit a new low. Not only was he texting in front of me, but he then ran out of the house at 8:30 to "go to the shopping center" because he didn't want to do it in the morning. (He never ever leaves the house once he's home from work). He was gone for an hour, and when he came back, made a lame comment "that took longer than I expected". I was so angry. I didn't really let on, but I went to bed without telling him good night, which is the first time in our entire lives I've ever done that. I know he has MLC and that this is what is to be expected, but honestly, what an a$$.
On the bright side, detaching seems to be taking hold in me now.
