So tired of waking up to the feeling of anxiety. I had to just make a face a few days ago when H told me that he didn't call to say goodnight to our son as he usually does because he "didn't want to bother him". What the heck is that? He's his son, hes certainly not going to bother him. Part of me wonders if he meant me but I'm trying not to think about it. Now that school is back in session for the kiddo I signed up for some volunteer work and a friend asked me to help her with her house painting. I accepted and it'll be good to get out and do stuff for me.
H is suddenly in a quiet, thoughtful almost sad looking state when he comes over now and I haven't asked what that's about, although he did actually come into the living room for once instead of hiding on the steps to wait for our son on his "dad days". I spoke quickly a week ago honestly and told him that I was letting him go so he could go be happy, and ever since then he's been off. It came out before I could think about it.
Together for 13 years, married for 8. H is 46 I'm 40 S is 6 Bombdrop in April 2018 Still in limbo as of 2019