Week 12 begins.

Another day begins with me and the kids getting up first with W appearing 45 minutes later. W hasn't said a word to me at all today. I've noticed she is continually biting her nails.

A grey overcast day, so not much to get on with. W mentioned she wanted furniture moving yesterday, so I guess she'll pounce on me with that soon.

I know it's not three calendar months, but in week terms it is. What do I notice? W is up and down most days, sometimes with conversation, sometimes not. She is resolute that she doesn't want any kind of R and keeps telling me that. Communication, other than financials/about kids can be virually zero. W's sister has become her most valued contact and her mobile phone is virtually attached to her leg. I have three children (OK, one is an adult) that are in various stages of panic/fear about the future.

Me? Well, I though the needy stage had passed, but after the counselling session went pear shaped last week, I let myself down. It was about my kids and there appears to be some concessions available from W. Still worried about how all this will pan out. Of course, I hope she'll see sense, but she has arranged for the house to be put on the market next week, so that is when reality will hit in. As W hasn't made any concrete plans for her housing post split, I don't know how this is going to work.

Another day, same old problems!


M 45 W 52
SD22 S9 D8
BD 6 April 2015
Not living together 4 Dec 2015