Journaling Last night at 10pm I showed up at my h's work to give him the eight hour shift (he works alone) to work out in his head that he is not longer welcome to live in my home.
I told him the lies and deception, staying out yesterday drinking and getting high w/ea's friends, discussing my person mortgage information, tax credit info, and then crashing at ea's house for 7hrs is unexceptable behavior. He can not longer then come home and receive from us...while he returns with nothing but hurtfulness.
He hit every stage, anger, sarcasm, blame, reasoning, expectancy, defeat! He was calm almost over overreaching with niceties, but defeated. I got up, to his surprise, put on my coat, and drove away. My last words were caring, with a little light and hope shining through a very small crack in an open door.
It is 11am now (central time) and he did not come home from work at 7am, and I have not hear from him. He has not made arrangements for his clothes, and was already in need of a bath. The only food he had eaten yesterday was my two tupperware dishes I packed him for work, he was eating that when I got there.
He knows he can't make it, but now he knows he can't come here and fill our home with his spew, he has a choice to make, maybe he will fall further down from this, I think he just might.
The past can't be ahead of you in the future. You don't have to figure it all out, just pick a direction. What's next...I don't know but I can't wait!
