I don't know why I'm making light of this, but I just have to laugh to myself about my WH & his foggy moments. After spending a few days beyond mad at my H because he keeps crashing at his friend's house (remember - he's moved all his stuff home & when he is here you might as well think he's the invisible man), I decided that he & I needed to get on the same page.
Ever seen one of these conversations ...
Me: "I just wanted to see where we stand."
WH: shrugs shoulders
For the rest of the night the conversation went like that, I'd ask a question & get a non-verbal response. His only real response was that I wanted him back here but he still needs time & he can't act like everything is ok. HA! <img border="0" title="" alt="[Roll Eyes]" src="images/icons/rolleyes.gif" />
Big deal. I told my WH - well did you think that I EXPECTED you to act like I was the best thing since sliced bread? He said no. Well - finally we agree on something. So - I guess I better sit back & enjoy the self pity ride my H is on. I have been trying to prepare myself for the worst because I really don't think my H can handle the guilt of getting OW pregnant. Maybe he doesn't believe that it can be fixed or if it's even worth it. Who really knows what they think in the fog! <img border="0" title="" alt="[Big Grin]" src="images/icons/grin.gif" />
What I do know is that I think I came to that crossroad where I pick up my own pieces and let his go. I'm glad that in the past 2 weeks I managed to put my own guilt on a shelf and not pick it back up. To me - that's progress of my own.
Oh, how I hate the fog. I know it took me 8 months to get to the place where I was really ready to work on my M. I just wonder that if this time my H will figure out that he really wants this M before it's too late to salvage anything.
Vee
