I think I am swinging rapidly into coldness. I know I am polite when I see my H, and I know I could be warmer, but I'm just brisk and civil. I concentrate on the children and sometimes I even refuse to make eye contact with him. It's because I am hurt and angry with him, and at the moment a stone thick wall is the healthiest thing I can manage. I hope the civil interactions we had this weekend over Youngest's birthday are a turning corner, but it is only two weeks since his last tantrum in my house, so there's been no time at all for him to turn over the new leaf that I require if he's to be permitted any closer to my heart.
