Not much to report, but I find journaling useful. I've read through other threads, especially of Benito and TXHubby and I think I have not really detached to that extent. More accurately, I have acted as if I was detached. Although, I'm closer than I've ever been to being indifferent between staying together or not.
Sunday I played soccer in an over-30 league that I joined a month ago. I enjoy the sport and the male camaraderie of being on a team. While I was doing that, my wife took my girls shopping and I now have a present wrapped by my youngest under the tree.
Monday after work, I lifted weights on the side of my house. My wife called me into dinner and then ten minutes later she left to go to Brazilian ji-jitsu. She does this 2-3 nights a week. I ate with my girls, they trailed off to do their things. I started the first fire of the season in our fireplace and sat and read a new book while drinking some brandy. My wife came home a little later than usual. I was undressing to go out into the hot tub. Going into the hot tub just before bed is something that we have done as a couple 2-4 times a week, especially when it's cold out. Now I realize by me going in, I'm preventing her from going in. While I was in the hot tub, she went into the living room to sleep on the couch. BTW, we have a guest room that I built in the garage, but the garage is poorly insulated and without heat. There's a space heater, but for some reason, my wife hasn't used it. She did try the guest room one or two nights last week, but my guess is she found it too cold.
On Tuesday evenings we do crossfit at my house with a group of about ten friends ranging in age from 16 to 72. My wife wears those tight gym clothes and I do still find her sexy. Anyway, after crossfit, we had dinner. I sat down to watch some TV, and my wife said she was going out for a bit. She didn't tell me what she was doing, but she asked me what we are doing for D14's birthday the next day, and I asked her to pick something up at the supermarket. Not knowing where she's going does still bother me, and something I need to get over. I watched a show on Netflix, and she returned just past an hour later and started cooking something. She asked me from the kitchen a few questions about the show because it was a series, Mindhunter, that we were watching together just last week. When the episode ended, I turned off the TV and called out to my wife good night.
Early in the morning I woke because my wife was in the bathroom (which you can only get into via the master bedroom), and I opened my eyes and she was looking at me just as she was about to leave. She bent down across the bed and kissed my on the head goodbye. She was leaving very early to work because if she doesn't prepare the evening before, she must do it in the morning. It was not even 6:30am.
