Well, it continues. This roller-coaster ride of the WAS/LBS is something i NEVER thought would happen to US. Never in a million years. : (
On Black Friday, H worked from 3am-3pm at his part-time retail job in the mall. This was actually the job he had full-time when we met. last year, he went back to make some extra $$...talk about going back in time!
Anyway, since he was ay work and I was able to work 8 hrs OT, i had no reason/ability to contact him during the day..thank God. After work, i had hoped he would text or call me, but he didn't, so I picked up S from my parents and ran a few errands. H generally calls S in the car to chat or be silly, so I figured he was sleeping after his long shift. I went back and forth about calling him about dinner, but I felt pulled in so may directions...DB or unconditional love (Fireproof).
Silently, I prayed on it and chose to call the house number and let it ring. I hung up before the machine picked up. Took S to dinner, had a wonderful time and get a sandwich to bring home to H. When we got home, I never mentioned calling and not even the wrap; S just put the bag on the coffee table and played with H.
A little while later, i thought "Why am I staying in?" So , I told S I was going to the mall for a bit, but would be home to put him to bed and read him a story. When I went downstairs, I said to h, "I'll be back in a bit."
H,"Where are YOU going?" A bit nasty, but very curious.
Me, "Just running to the mall. I'll be back in an hour." and i left. He definitely did not expect/like me running out like that. And my eyebrows look great!! LOL **SIDE NOTE--When H and I met, i was 29, working full-time, lots of friends, loved to go out and very independent...he was more reserved, not a drinker, only had a few work friends and family lived 2.5 hrs way..opposites attract!
When I got home, H and S were cuddled up on the couch. I put S to bed and read to him. When I came downstairs, I noticed the sandwich had been eaten, but nothing was said by either of us (No more questions--"how was your dinner?"). That is par for the course...I make, bring something home, buy a fav. item and no "thank you." I am OK with it..not that it is a "gift," but usually something like having a fav snack or something in the house.
i went upstairs to watch TV and read. About an hour later, H comes up, gets ready for bed and starts to go downstairs. As he does, he turns and somewhat flatly says,"thanks for the wrap." WHAT!?! I just say nicely, "Oh, you're welcome." THE END
Today, he was cool and distant again. Working 50 hours at insurance job, plus retail hours of 20-25 this week is NOT helping the situation and it is beginning to show in S. He is teary and fighting for his dad's attention. When/if H comes out of this fog, he will hate himself for what he is doing to S!
