Well it didn't take long for events to take another turn. Lost my patience last night and still haven't found it this morning.
W got home late Friday, but met me at YS's game. She seemed kind of distant, but was pleasant. Then didn't come home until an hour after the game was over. I thought I did pretty good then though...didn't say anything.
Saturday she slept in until after noon. I did some stuff around the house. She washed her car when she did finally start moving around. That way she could be home, but not spend time w/me. She usually doesn't want to spend too much time in the same place. About 4pm she decides she needs to go shopping, I'm not invited. She returns in an hour with something for us to eat and at 6pm she decides she needs to go to a friend's house "for a little bit" I don't see her until 11pm and wasn't happy about it again and let her know it this time.
Things are still rough today. I decided I needed to get out of the house before I said something else. Almost made it until she decides to make some comment about how "Oh, you're allowed to go out, but I'm not!"
"Excuse me? You are ALWAYS going out!" I told her I'd had it. She won't go to counseling, she won't do anything with me unless it involves the kids, she won't talk about any of this, she uses any excuse she can to be somewhere else and expects me to take care of whatever the kids need AND watch her dogs (this one is still a sore spot with me). I don't need this.
She makes a few smart remarks then goes into her room and slams the door. Typical. We can't discuss anything normally and she avoids any confrontation she doesn't start. I just left and came into work.
I know I backslid, but I really don't care right now. I am tired of it. I know I shouldn't have had any expectations, but I did...not many, but the few I did have weren't met. I can't believe her first day back she thinks it's supposed to be just fine with me that she up and disappears all evening.
I told her if she doesn't want to be here, then just leave. I'm still not sure why she came back, unless it was just for the kids.
Enough rambling. I'm just PO'd again. It seems to be a fairly regular occurance lately. I try to hang onto the little improvements I see her making, but the phrase "too little, too late" never really seems to leave the back of my mind.
