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As posted before, Mrs. Cwabs spent Monday night elsewhere
Tuesday night, she also spent elsewhere. She claimed that it was at least partially intentionally to hurt me, for saying that her spending Monday night elsewhere wasn't helping our marriage, when I called her to complain about it. I asked her point blank if she wanted a divorce, and she told me no, but that didn't stop us from re-hashing all the arguments about what a shitty husband I was and how much I deserved the treatment I was now getting.
Wednesday and Thursday nights she came home, but I have no idea when--I just woke up at one point and found her in the bed. Thursday morning I made plans, with her, for Valentine's Day. Fortunately they haven't cost anything yet (although I spent most of my American Express points on tickets to The Wedding Singer).
Friday morning I asked what her plans for the weekend were, so I might be able to make mine. She told me that she'd probably have a late night Friday, and a show to got to Saturday, but that she'd be at home Sunday morning before she went to another show and to rehearsal Sunday night. No mention of staying anywhere else.
Friday night she spent elsewhere. She sent me a text message telling me to "not be mad." I didn't respond.
Saturday she was congenial, via text message, asking how I was doing, seeing what I was doing Saturday night, etc. I responded civilly, not starting any arguments, but not acting as if I was happy. Saturday night she spent elsewhere.
I am so tired of hurting. I am tired of having to be responsible for somebody else's children while their mother goes out partying every night. I'm tired of being told that the house looks like shit, that I don't do enough to fix things, and having all the money that could be spent on repairs spent at bars (or maybe on weed--I don't know) instead. I'm tired of having my sense of responsibility and obligation keep me at home with kids who don't call me Dad, who cuss me out, and who are instructed not to listen to me. I'm tired of being in such a financial black hole that I can't even open a fucking separate checking account, and start separating things.
Comments blocked. I know y'all feel bad about this, and I appreciate the sympathy, but having a reminder of how terrible things are show up in my email inbox every couple of hours for a few days doesn't help. Thanks for understanding.
Tuesday night, she also spent elsewhere. She claimed that it was at least partially intentionally to hurt me, for saying that her spending Monday night elsewhere wasn't helping our marriage, when I called her to complain about it. I asked her point blank if she wanted a divorce, and she told me no, but that didn't stop us from re-hashing all the arguments about what a shitty husband I was and how much I deserved the treatment I was now getting.
Wednesday and Thursday nights she came home, but I have no idea when--I just woke up at one point and found her in the bed. Thursday morning I made plans, with her, for Valentine's Day. Fortunately they haven't cost anything yet (although I spent most of my American Express points on tickets to The Wedding Singer).
Friday morning I asked what her plans for the weekend were, so I might be able to make mine. She told me that she'd probably have a late night Friday, and a show to got to Saturday, but that she'd be at home Sunday morning before she went to another show and to rehearsal Sunday night. No mention of staying anywhere else.
Friday night she spent elsewhere. She sent me a text message telling me to "not be mad." I didn't respond.
Saturday she was congenial, via text message, asking how I was doing, seeing what I was doing Saturday night, etc. I responded civilly, not starting any arguments, but not acting as if I was happy. Saturday night she spent elsewhere.
I am so tired of hurting. I am tired of having to be responsible for somebody else's children while their mother goes out partying every night. I'm tired of being told that the house looks like shit, that I don't do enough to fix things, and having all the money that could be spent on repairs spent at bars (or maybe on weed--I don't know) instead. I'm tired of having my sense of responsibility and obligation keep me at home with kids who don't call me Dad, who cuss me out, and who are instructed not to listen to me. I'm tired of being in such a financial black hole that I can't even open a fucking separate checking account, and start separating things.
Comments blocked. I know y'all feel bad about this, and I appreciate the sympathy, but having a reminder of how terrible things are show up in my email inbox every couple of hours for a few days doesn't help. Thanks for understanding.
