- December 2012. H was no longer really angry, but had slipped into full- out alien mode.
Every year, we go out to cut down our Christmas tree. We've been doing it for years.
H texted the whole time, hiding his phone often. He was there in body, but not in mind.
Christmas Eve day, he tells me that he bought a few things for the boys - could he give them to them before bed tonight?
Red flags went up everywhere for me. He had just got done complaining that they were getting too much, and he hates when they get candy. It was gifts from FT. (That's Frumpy Twat for those of you joining me - I believe rosa came up with that wonderful term )
H gave them the gifts, and of course was trying to video the boys and take pics of them. I tried to get in every shot - lol! Then he was texting, texting, texting...
I can tell you one thing. This will not be happening this year. I will call him on it if she tries to give them gifts.
Christmas Day, he was extremely down and depressed in the morning while the boys opened their gifts. Showed zero interest, did not help them or take any pictures.
As the day went on, the alien persona came out more. There is a pic that was taken of all if us, and I hate it. It doesn't even look like him - it's rather creepy.
A few days later, his parents had us over for dinner. They had relatives visiting from out of town.
At one point, he was sitting in the kitchen, on the floor, by himself, texting with the most serious and grim expression. I wanted to yell - is anyone else here seeing this?!?!
He was home New Year's Eve, but very distant. Fell asleep early, or at least pretended to so that I would go upstairs and leave him alone. At midnight, I sent him a simple text that said happy new year. No response, even though I heard him in the kitchen. He told me the next day that he didn't get my text till the morning because he was sleeping.
New Year's Day, he claims he is going over his brothers for awhile in the afternoon. I ask him if he would be home for dinner because I was making a nice roasted chicken dinner. He says yes.
He calls hours later and says he's ordering pizza with his brother. He didn't know that I talked to his mom earlier and she said the brother was on his way over for dinner.
He comes home that night with the news that his car had been hit when parked at his brother's. He acted very guilty, and not angry for a supposed hit and run. A few days later, he tells me it will cost $1000 to fix. He and I have it out about money. He takes $1000 in cash out to pay for fixing his car. My theory is he hit someone and paid them.
The 2012 holidays stunk.
Bomb January 2012 - doesn't feel the same about me
~ "There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance."
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