Hope everyone had a great weekend. I got quite a bit done around the house and have the realtor coming this afternoon so the house should be on the market pretty quick.
Next month, we will have owned this house for 7 years. I've never lived in one place that long in my life..of course, I left for 2.5 years right in the middle, so I really didn't live here the whole time, but the family did and we thought of it as home until all this crap started. Now I'm really kind of looking forward to moving. Should make a decent amount when we sell it too. Of course, I guess that will all go toward the next house anyway.
Didn't see W much Saturday since she was gone all day working the tournament. YS and I worked around the house. Sunday, W asked me what I was upset about, which led to an unpleasant R talk that I should have avoided. I left to go to Home Depot and when I came back, she was in a better mood. We did some work on the flower beds, watched a movie and finished straightening up the house.
I'm not sure that what I'm doing qualifies as "Piecing" I mostly feel like I'm just biding my time waiting for some sign from her. I've almost given up trying to reach her. She'll show flashes of her old self, start talking like there is a future...then just sinks back into her own little world.
I don't think I'm doing a great job of acting "As If" either, but at this point I tend to forgive myself pretty easily. I've been fumbling around with this stuff way too long. Most of our conversations, when we have them, just end up with me telling her "I'm sorry you feel that way, but if you are that miserable and you think I'm that much of an a$$, why are you still here?"
