Since D-Day she's been trying to make *me* the bad guy. I've been doing my best, being helpful and doing all the tasks she wanted me to do before D-Day, like doing the laundry and all the dishes, etc. She's almost stopped cooking entirely and I've been buying meals for the three of us to eat. Whenever I do nice things, her comment was, "It just reminds me of the things you never did before."
It's crazy when she works 15 hours a week and I do 50+ hours.
Me-LBH, 48 Spouse-WW, 48 Married for 19 years Son, 12 BD #1 - November 1998 (EA 7 months after wedding) BD #2 - November 2015 (same XBF EA) WW filed D February 2016 WW moved out April 2016
