Hiya Promise...how sweet....thanks for thinking of me. I looked on earlier and I didn't see your name, so I had very high hopes that you are doing well yourself. As for me, well, I'm trying, and it is trying!
Let's see, where to begin......
He wants to come home because he misses me and the children, he's not coming home because I'm always angry. He does not seem to want to give up the OW....$800 in cell phone bills (over 1.5 months proves that). I speak with the OW and tell her not to contact him and if he contacts her not to answer or cut him off, she agrees, tells me she is a good Catholic (ha!) and then proceeds to call him. She asked him what it was all about (oh yes, Promise he tells me everything) and he said, "I don't know where she got the idea!" Maybe because he went with my brother-in-law to a playoff game and told my brother-in-law that he loved me and the kids, missed us, wants his life back, etc. I guess I just let my guard down....silly me...to think, the fog may have lifted. Well, I was upset, but not as much as I was in the past; I guess I am healing. Anyway, that Monday, he must have spoken with her because he had his "arrogant" hat on. Nasty, nasty, nasty...what an [censored]. Then, to make matters worse, when I think I finally am finished with the vascillating....
I'm exercising and lift my weights to find him standing at the top of the stairs. Scared the life out of me. He looked horrible. Asked me if I wanted to go out for coffee. I said, "Um, no thanks, I'm busy at the moment." He said down and sat there for about three and a half hours. Didn't say another word to me. Tossed the football to our for about an hour, chatted briefly with our daughter, kissed 'em goodbye and said not another word. Lovely, eh? Then, he shows up at the field yesterday. Nasty again, must have had a pep talk with his love, then he was *****ing and moaning about the letter he received about my filing for the DV. Charming man, eh? Well, we went for a coffee, he just ranted and raved...not screamed, but just wasn't nice. So, what happens. I do not argue, just smile, drop him off at his car and watch him drive off.
I need to set boundaries for myself and the children. They need a routine...Dad cannot flit in and out of their lives; especially playing headgames with Mom, while OW is reaping only the Good part of their Dad's personality, time, etc.
So, Promise...how goes with you? I hope better than mine. I'm signing off now, as I have to pick up little guy for T-ball game tonight. I need to retrieve my car from the lot, pick up the kids and head to the field. If you are on tomorrow, please alert me so that we can swap stories.
As always, thanks for your thoughts and look forward to hearing from you.
Kimmie
