W has officially moved into another bedroom. She set up a little nest with our oldest daughter. She hasn't been getting angry much lately, and hasn't said she wants to be separated since my last post. No R talks either. She has been doing more around the house than usual. She hung up my clothes for me which she hasn't done in a long time. I notice her leaving little things of hers around our room. She still lives out of our room/bathroom, but it's funny. She left her nail polish out, so I moved it to her side of the bathroom when I cleaned up. Later in the day it reappeared in the same spot. It's like she wants to leave her mark or something...but I'll stop analyzing. I just thought it was interesting. She had purchased a date night type thing a while ago. I told her I wasn't going so she went without me with our mutual friends. It felt good to not feel obligated to go with her. She seemed to have fun and stayed out late, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I have some projects to keep me busy when I'm at home. All seems to be going well on the outside, but inside I feel like I'm losing all feeling for her. I look at her and I just see a person. Not a wife, not a girlfriend, not even a friend really...just a person that is the mother of my children. In the past I might have been sad about this, but I'm not. It's just how things are. However, I think there is some underlying fear that I won't be able to love her anymore.
