Well, H is in the living room laying on the couch and I'm in the bedroom. I just didn't feel like sitting in there right now...maybe later. He doesn't have "shark eyes", he has a "shark spirit". Not sure what happened over the weekend with him, but he's a completely different person now. Not mean or anything, just HERE.
He is sick, but what's the difference between me being sick last week and him this week? I still at least said hello when he came into the house. I just came in from church, and he just looked at me and turned his head. He wasn't even like that after the first bomb. It's just weird that we went from laughing and joking to whatever this is in the span of a weekend.
Is this the beginning of my "it gets worse before it gets better"? I haven't said anything about the OW since he got back from his trip. Could he be feeling guilty about the trip. Or should I just chalk it up to being sick?
And I'm assuming I shouldn't go sit in there with him. That's one thing I thought was my "do what works", but maybe it wasn't. *shrug*
