Father's Day went fairly well, except W was in a bad mood. She wasn't feeling well, and also later explained the mood was due to some school stuff. We went to church for the first time since Easter. It was raining so hard this morning that I thought, yet again, that God was preventing W from stepping foot back in church - wishful thinking, on my part, perhaps. But, it cleared up and we went. I wasn't sure how I'd handle it, since even that church has "memories" for her and OM. Only had a couple of bad-thought moments, but went well otherwise. Then, we met my mom for lunch at the museum and then we all went through the museum. Our D2s were being complete spazzes, screaming just to hear their voices echo in the museum. I think W was getting a bit irked at this, although I was having a good time - love my daughters, and loved seeing them have fun. But, eventually, W's bad mood got to me, and I didn't argue when she suggested we leave after only about an hour. Came home in early afternoon and didn't really do much afterward.
W has been working on school work since right after dinner. I pretty much decided that I'm tired, it's Father's Day, and even though I did dishes, I'm done for the day, so I've been sitting on the other sofa. Again, here I am, able to barely glance away from the TV and see her laptop screen. She's 45% working on school work and 45% talking to OM on Google Talk. The remaining 10%, she's talking with me about various things, mostly comments about what's on TV. I've come >this< close to saying "Is it at all hard for you to lead this double life, working your relationship with OM literally at the same time as you're talking with me?" It was right on the tip of my tongue like nothing else, so far. But, I "remained calm" and thought better of bringing A or R up, right now. I've been working at this DB stuff such a short time compared to a number of you, so I figure I can keep going a while longer, trying to figure out this "detach" stuff, before I blurt out something that will probably come off as incredibly accusatory and confrontational - not that confrontation is a bad thing, but my typical style is. I think I'm going to have to figure out a way I can't see her screen.
