Patience, such a simple word, but one that becomes harder to apply.
H was to take the kids last night, but he had a horrible day at work and wanted to come over here and talk. So he brought over the soup he had made for dinner, we put the kids to bed and then talked about work as he helped me strip the wallpaper.
We also talked about his T session and the pinewood weekend. We came up with a few things we could have done differently and the T also told him that if we emphasize to S about good sportsmanship we should demonstrate it. As I think about it, it is one thing that got me so mad, was that the whole thing turned out to be about H, how his car did, what he did and how it failed and not about S. I didn't think bringing that up would do me any good at this point, so I kept silent.
H didn't spend the night. He said that he is afraid of rushing things, but will stay Friday and Saturday while the kids are at his parents and we are painting a few rooms. I told him I would prefer he would want to stay the night, but it was fine if he felt he needed to leave. I'm tired of not saying what is on my mind, feel I've been a bit of a wimp the last year, and I know he is feeling anxious about all this, so thought I'd just put it all out there. No pressure, just simple statements. Also told him when he moves back he can take over cooking responsibilites for a few nights as he really seems to enjoy making his soups.
So small steps. His smiles still don't reach his eyes, that bothers me, as he still seems very unhappy.
