Friday, May 07, 2010

The Best Part

I still have to see him. We are polite, he is friendly. I am...more distanced, I suppose. Cooler. Easily annoyed with him. He lives in the mini-house, I in a teeny spare room in a real house. Messy seems to be adapting to different nights with either Mom or Dad, but never Both.

Husband was initiating a conversation with me, which means he tells me what I "need" to do while feigning concern for "our" well-being. I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach, the tightening and tension because I am not comfortable with the subject he wants to discuss. I tell him that I will think it over and we can discuss it tomorrow. I was relaxed, or at least, I had been until he started badgering me to talk about it now blah blah.

Are you ready for the best part??? Ready?

I walked away. I told him "Goodnight" and I walked away. It felt good, it felt cleansing, it felt powerful.


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Anonymous said...

You are awesome and strong. Good for you. Stick to your guns and do what is best for you and the kids.