So much for her cooking for me. She went to exercise while I acted like Mr. Mom. Took kids to activities and cooked. Frankly I did not mind. I got quality time with the kids. I got her back, I left the kitchen a filthy mess! She wanted me to stay a while, but I was too damn tired and wanted to go. Plus I am not in the mood for her sniping to test if I will blow up. I think she read the WAW stuff. She is hell bent that the grass is greener (with 3 kids in tow). 2 of the kids told me she cries at night and looks very sad. I thought so, I have known her too long to believe she can just take this laying down. I am moving into larger apt. tomorrow. (It is actually nicer than our house, boy has that pissed her off!) We are clearly acting like teenagers trying to show each other we don't care if the other is happy. My counselor told me the other day that we are in the teenage years of our marriage. Wow is she correct. We meet with the same counselor next week and I am sure the counselor is going to tell us to grow up! Until then "kegger at my place this weekend, ya'll come"
