Last night H came back after midnight, said something to me (I can’t remember since I was asleep and he woke me) and he spent the night upstairs in our guest room. I woke up this morning, realizing that he had brought all his stuff with him...toiletries...clothes..medication. I was like, wth is going on? After getting the kids fed, I went upstairs to check on him.
There he was. Lying on the sofa bed (he didn’t even bother to make it into a bed), no blanket, no pillow. Like he literally just passed out on the couch. It looked a little sad.
I didn’t wake him. I continued with our morning routine. Took the kids to school and by the time I came back he had already gone to work.
I got a bit nervous during the day thinking that he’s going to come back home. I thought I’d welcome it, but I did not. Especially after seeing the two bottles of whiskey he brought home and left on the table. No, not welcoming him back if alcohol is still part of the deal.
Anyways, later at night he came back. Packed his stuff up again, and said, see you guys in a couple of days.
So no idea what last night was all about. Why he decided to all the sudden came back in the middle of the night and crashed in our guest room.
Moment of weakness for him? I won’t spend my time analyzing it beyond the time I’m taking to write this post.
Lease is renewed today. I have another year to practice patience.
