W went to pick S up while I was at work yesterday. She didn't get home until relatively late, which was fine. S was asleep, so I didn't get to see him, but having him home was enough for me.
W seemed to be in a touchy mood when she got home. Not touchy-feely, but on edge. More so than the previous night after the storm. A couple of conversations drew harsh responses, one over a bottle of bleach.
There was a bag of various chocolates that MIL gave us for valentine's day (I guess she didn't expect to see us again before that). When I'd gotten home, I'd noticed that everything but a chocolate bear had been eaten. After one of our conversations, I saw her eating that bear, and asked her if it was good. She said no. I said she must have been desperate, she laughed and said she was. Told her I'd wanted some more hershey's (which was gone), and she apologized and said she must be hormonal.
On one of our smoke breaks, she casually asked me if I had the number of the Pastor I'd spoken with while she was out of the house. She wants to speak to him now. I didn't react, just said I could give it to her. I haven't given it to her yet, gonna give it a minute and see if she asks again or offer it later if she doesn't.
I'm not sure why, but I'm a little concerned about this request. I think I've just trained myself to expect bad stuff to happen. This pastor is a very wise man and has lots of experience counselling couples, so I'm not sure why I feel this way. I've since asked to meet with him myself again.
I guess we'll see what happens. I feel a little more hopeful, but trying not to get my hopes up, you know?
Me: 31 W: 28 M: almost 6 T: 10.5 S2 Bomb#1: 05/11 Bomb#2: 11/11 S'd: 11/28/11 Moved back in: 12/28/11 MC: 06/28/12
