Well, last night was interesting... Kids and I went to granddad's for dinner and got home at 9pm. H had just got home from his soccer game and was sitting in the dark. I ushered kids to bed and went back downstairs to get my vitamin to find him BAWLING on the couch. I don't mean just a little dry. He was sobbing and rocking back and forth. Hardest cry I have ever seen from him.

I have learned enough to know to never ask what is going on - it is always bad. So I just sat next to him and held him and rubbed his back. He kept repeating "I'm Sorry, I can't do it anymore." I didn't ask what this meant, I just let him keep going. He hugged me and just kept repeating that he is sorry. (is this remorse I detect?)

The hug freaked me out a little, so I kind of pushed it away (probably a mistake, or maybe a 180). Anyway, after he cried a bit and felt a little better, I went to bed. I came back downstairs at 2am and he was awake and I suggested he get to bed. Then I got up for good at 6:30am and as I was walking down the stairs I heard him say, "great, she's awake".

I let him know that I heard what he said and that I would appreciate it if he treat me kindly today.

Well, since he didn't go to bed until nearly 7am, he didn't get up until around 4pm. Then he got right in the shower and took the kids to a movie and didn't allow me to join him.

At this point I just feel sorry for him. He is so confused and mixed up. He needs medication but refuses to even talk about it.

I honestly don't know how he lives through a week on only 3 hours of sleep each night and then teaching all day (I hope he isn't teaching your kids). And no wonder he is so irritable and treating me so badly.


Me: 32/ H: 32/ S13/ D5
T: 15/ M: 8
Rock bottom: 4/11
ILYB: 5/11, but I knew it at least a yr before
Gaining acceptance: 8/11

You must be the change you wish to see. - Mahatma Gandhi