It's one of those weeks where things seem to be like sitting on a rollercoaster, one that makes you sick. Sunday I went to the hospital with contractions every minute, not good since I'm only 26 weeks. I was so glad to have my h. there, but then he keeps saying, "I want to go home and go to bed" what he really meant was, "I don't want to be here". He still says the only reason he is here is because of my "situation". Last night he sat there and told me how wonderful his OW was. Then he said he was moving out today. I get so tired of hearing that. I told him, "if you move out again, never talk to me again, it's done. I'm not playing games anymore and I am not going to try and work this out from seperate households." My son got up this morning and asked where daddy was,I told him on the couch and he said, "I don't want him to leave." Why do I know this is going to be all my fault in everyone's eyes. Of course, his family took his OW on trips, out for drinks and everything in the month they were together. But, they were mad at me because of my a., so they gladly wanted her, now that he's back with me, they want me to bring my son around to their houses, where he's picking up beautiful language. I almost want to apologize for this post, but you know what, therapy isn't for 2 more days, and I'm going nuts. My h. says he wants to come, to make sure she's not screwing around with me, because she told me to take a close look at him. In his words, "you need t. you need someone to tell you what to do, we'd be happy if you'd just always listen to me" Screw you!!!!!! I don't need anyone to tell me what to do, maybe what I need is someone who says that my hurt is valid.
