Interesting weekend. I work up on Saturday and my wedding ring was broke. The wrap band had been cracked for awhile and it and the solder finally broke. I was a mess. Do I even bother to fix it. I was a real mess. H gasped when he saw it. That was it. Fortunately I had decided the night before I was biking in the morning. Forced myself to go. Cried through the first couple of miles. But I felt SO much better when I was done. Really cleared my head. I decided I was getting it fixed I didn’t care what h thought. Not sure that was the right thing, but h only kind of scoffed when I told him the cost. That was all he said. Don’t know what he expected me to do. D17 noticed right away and asked why I was wearing my plain band (h got it for me to wear for work).
Sunday was more of a mess. Said he was going to play golden tee. Stupid golf game he’s addicted to. Turns out he may have played but also went to a mutual friend’s bday party. Didn’t even tell me about it. I only found out because he was tagged on Facebook. That hurt a lot. A lot.
And today he headed out early to play golf and disappeared for the rest of the day. Makes me wonder how I can do this sometimes. Not sure what I expected. He’s never home. Then he gets home and pretends everything is fine. Sometimes I feel sad for him, like what’s going through his head. Maybe nothing. I know guys think differently and I’m probably always thinking the worst.
Just a tough weekend. Thank goodness for my bike and the D’s.
