It's been a wild weekend here. He must be furious about being kicked out of the bedroom. He makes comments like
"well, guess I'll sleep in my van,"
My response -" well, you could do that"
I said- we can move your dresser in the hallway nook, but not today (maybe unhelpful)
He'll never beg or plead. Always passive aggressive.
I need to manage my responses. It's so hard. I loudly proclaimed to my oldest daughter( from a previous)-geez, I didn't think I could go lower from your father.. But at least your dad fought for his family. Ouch.
Then, every night about 10 pm he leaves in a huff, after the kiddo is tucked in. Nary a word.
Also, it's amazing, when home sitting watching TV he just stares blankly ahead at the wall- like a dissociation of some sort . For hours.
I shouldn't care about OW, but man, getting that nightly call he's on his way over, two hours after he left,I can imagine would become quite redundant for me- probably not for her. That infatuation stage.
He looks as if he's in sheer panic mode. A shell of a man, a fart in the wind. I wonder if that dissipates when he gets to OW home. I imagine it does . He probably feels relief. Maybe a Pavlovian response
Part of me feels. . Just go on and leave us. Separate already. Maybe it's coming?? He has to decide what he wants to do. He can make the choice.
Today's act of self care: I have an inset shelf above my bed- I moved all my prestigious work awards on it, family photos of the kids, and I have to say I feel pretty damn good about seeing that.
