Again. Another day of my W staying home in the afternoon and no effort to find a reason to leave. Again she spoke to me, although I was not especially interested in much of the conversation. She brought up the kids in casual conversation and I'm not interested in that since that's part of the reason we disconnected in the first place. Like many married couples we stopped talking to each other and just spoke of the kids. Kind of about the time you start thinking you don't have much in common when the only problem you had was that you just forgot how to be friends. It was nice though. My kids and I played board games ( too many video games lately ) on the living room floor and she sat there doing her own thing with no sign of hostility.
I should also note that when I made dinner for the kids she was defensive in that she said I didn't have to do that and that she would have done it had she knew they didn't want left-overs. Mind you, I was in full "Gee it's a nice day out" mode all day and made no indication that I should want her to do something she almost never does anymore.
Either way, it's better than the alternative I'm used to getting from her. Same as yesterday, I didn't give it much thought and did not find any reason to be eager. I'm not eager about anything in my marriage these days. After all, she is out again for the evening.
Tomorrow is Monday. She's unhappy with her job. She should be back on course for blaming me for everything before tomorrow is done.
There is one other note to mention for you all. My lovely W took a nap during the late morning in our bed. It's the first time since May that she's not slept in the living room. I was not in there with her of course. She left her pillow and blanket on the bed and seeing as how I'm retiring for the night I folded her blanket and pajamas and placed her stuff back in the living room. I see this as a darned if I do - darned if I don't scenario. I leave her things in bed and she probably thinks I'm hoping she'll sleep in the same room with me or she see's her stuff back out in the living room and she thinks I'm just being a poop head......
The whole concept of knowing that everything I do is viewed by her as hostile towards her or 'against' her is definitely tough.
