H spent the evening here with D instead of taking her to his place because the roads were in bad shape due to storm.
When he arrived, friends were finishing up a fun playdate. Kids were adorable, it felt so normal.
Things got a bit awkward after the others left-- he can't even seem to bring himself to speak to me. I stayed mostly in my room while he made her dinner, though I did speak to him warmly/jokingly about it (must have been a bit awkward for him to rifle through my fridge and have to cook our D dinner in my home while I was there. I gave him a great compliment on his ability to look in a strange fridge and find some ingredients and make it delicious. (he is a great cook).
Why am I fighting the urge to send him an email that says, "A night like tonight makes me realize that I still don't understand why you are choosing this life. I am beautiful, intelligent, caring, a great mom and a great person. We have the potential to be a great team. That you don't value me--and the commitment you made to me-- enough to be willing to work on our marriage says so much more about you than me."
