Not a very happy story, I'm afraid..

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So, Saturday, I did go for a swim. Wife joined me before she had to go to work. It was pretty low-key. There wasn't much conversation, but we didn't talk about anything important that I recall.

When she left, I got in a short 6.5 mile bike ride and did some cleaning around the house. Probably could have done more GALing. but I was a bit exhausted still from my motorcycle ride the day before. I just hung out with the TV. I guess the nice thing about her being gone all the time is that, while she can't see my changes very well, she can't see my "more of the same" either. In this case sitting around on a Saturday watching TV. Then I did go and practice playing drums for a while.

Saturday night, she came home after work while I was still practicing. When I came upstairs I asked if she wanted to watch a DVD with me. She said she was already watching a TV show on her iPad so she declined. I said OK, goodnight.

Sunday, she had to work early. I was up earlier than her though, and had just finished making myself breakfast when she got up. I offered to make her something, and she said OK. She read a magazine while she was eating.

Sunday afternoon I had some friends over, got to watch the MotoGP race and vent a little. Made some burgers on the grill. Good stuff.

Sunday night, I walked to the post office to buy some stamps and drop off a letter. While I was out, she came home from work and was in the shower when I got back from my walk. I just went to my room, changed and was doing some journaling when she came to the door. She asked some questions about things around the house, and we ended up in a short conversation. No R talk, just about her day, my day, etc. Finally she said she was going to have a drink and watch some tv downstairs. I asked if she wanted company. She said, "sure, but I'll probably watch something trashy that you won't like." I just said, "well, give me a chance."

We watched two episodes of Pawn Stars, sitting on two separate couches. Toward the end of the second episode, I said I was going upstairs, goodnight.

Looking at some of the other posts on here, I can see that I'm fully on the rollercoaster. I am overanalyzing everything, not detaching enough. I'm still so invested in what she's doing. It's just difficult I guess, because I feel like detaching is what got us to where we are right now to begin with.

That said, I think I've seen positive progress this week. She hasn't been staying out super late with people from work. I saw her smile and laugh a few times during our conversations. I think she may have noticed a few changes in my attitude, but of course she's probably not ready to jump in with both feet yet. I should probably lay low and keep working on myself.