I was supposed to go see my son to read before bed time tonight. I had asked my wife earlier in the day and she said they were going to watch a movie but I could come over afterwards. They were only half way through at the appointed time (she started the movie late. On purpose? Lack of courtesy? Trying to push my buttons?), so - of course - I wasn't able to read. I was only the for ten minute, long enough to say good night and she spent the entire time ignoring that I was in the room.
This, to add to my story so far, is the only other thing I see from her besides the wall of anger. Either loathing or complete, cold disinterest.
I guess I broke mold slightly as I instigated conversation, albeit briefly. I'll do better tomorrow.
