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[Notlikingthis]

Well, it worked, sort of. Yesterday I had a lot to take care of so I started early in the morning. As I was leaving the phone rang. Saw that it was H. I closed the door got in my car and started my errands. A few minutes later a text telling me that he tried calling me at home and that he missed me. I ignore it. An hour later another text saying that he tried me at home and still no answer. A few hours later I sent a text telling him that I'm running errands (so that he doesn't have the neighbors break down the door looking for me). He calls immediately after he receives my text telling me that he'd called 3 times and was worried. I repeated that I was running errands. The line was silent for almost a minute. I asked him if he was still there rather than "you called me, what do you want?" He asked me where I was and what errands I was running. Today, he caught me off guard. No caller ID so I thought it was my daughter. I'm starting to see how nutty he really is. He was making no sense, he was chuckling at everything I said. He was either drunk or with the OW playing some sick game. I said as little as possible, let him ask his questions. I politely answered but didn't ask or say anything more. It was 15 minutes of him trying to carry on a one sided conversation. Seconds after we hung up, the phone rings again, this time with caller ID so I know it was him. No, I didn't answer but then a text comes telling me that he was calling back to tell me that he missed and loved me. The phone rang again about 10 minutes ago...nope didn't answer.

He has so many issues from his childhood and teen years. I suspect this will take quite some time. I'm not sure if I'm up for what's to come. We've always listened to what the other has to say and trusted each others judgement so my natural tendency is to tell him how I see his behavior as destructive, etc. It's so hard not to talk to him like we've always talked. I just have to keep telling myself that it will make it worse and visualize that "Stop sign" before I open my mouth. Ho, Hum. Time for a Sunday drive.