Okay, so I don't have much to report, but something has been lurking in the back of my mind.
Last night, I commented that Mr. W. seemed to bolt out of the house rather urgently. I was and am not sure why.
After we got home after gymnastics, D10 couldn't find her dad's math instructions. She was having a cow, so I offered to call him (she is stubborn and insisted that I was mistaken)--so I did. It was around 8:30 pm...
He answered, and his voice was weird. He answered the homework question and seemed to be in a hurry to get off the phone (though he was amenable to the convo and cordial). After I hung up, I came to 2 conclusions: 1) Either he was sleeping (which is plausible but not likely); or 2) crying. Or maybe both.
I'm going to step up my efforts to bring Bob into our convos (when called for) and make sure I zip my lips as well as stifle any urges to inject controversy into our discussions. AND I will make an effort to give him space by not contacting him unless I need to.
I think he's working through some stuff that is better done without me interfering. If he tells me, however, I will be supportive. But I have a better chance of being hit by a bus today...
Just keep swimming!
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
