Muddle, Whatisis & Grasshopper, Thank you so much for giving a $hit about me right now. Especially in the midst of everything you all are going thru. It really makes me feel good to know that Somebody cares about me.
I had to be at work by 5:00, H call at 4:35 and told D9 that he was just getting off the highways and would be home in a couple of minutes and to tell mommy to go to work. I left, because I didn't want to be late, even though I did not like leaving kids home alone. I tried calling him at least 6 times on my way to work and got the ring that signifys he is on another call the whole time. I wanted to puke!!!!
I got to work and called one more time, busy. Checked my phone, thank God I only had 1 table, and saw that he finally called back. I called home and he sounded a little short with me. I said, wait up because we need to talk about our sitch. He said "we're ok, in fact we are good, don't worry". This put me at ease enough to finish my shift.
I get home and he is on the couch; his back has been killing him and I ask how he is (since I left Aleve and a Thermawrap in his bathroom), he bites my head off. I say don't yell at me and he proceeds to lay back on the couch and sleep. I put the kids to bed and after a while he gets up to go to bed. I can see that he is in severe pain. I follow him upstairs and help put on the Thermawrap. He hugged me goodnight. We barely talked and he avoided any R talk.
You are all right, I do not know what they talked about (or yelled about for that matter) but I am ready to take a stand. I want to tell him that I am not comfortable with his job right now (OW works there). Since he works for a large international company, I don't think he would have too much trouble transferring to another location. I also think that since he doesn't want to talk to me that maybe we really need to go to a therapist to "help" us talk to eachother.
