This was really a weekend from helllllll.
5 weeks into separation. Sat was the last day of ski season- I took the boys. I just kept flashing to last day last yr. We were so proud of our youngest's progress. We were finally all 4 able to ride lift on the "big hill" together. Last run of last day we all cheered "go team" at the top, then hugged at the bottom- teary the season was over.
All weekend I couldn't shake the image. Stbxwh had boys overnight at his brother's for the first time since s. It was so quiet here.
Anyway- this morning I just couldn't hack work. Called in sick. Put the boys on the school bus and went back to bed. Here is the weirdest...I slept all day. I slept 6-7 hrs last night and then from 830-1 and from 2-4 today?
Stbxwh noticed my car was home and kept texting to see if I was ok and why I was home. I responded right away that I was ok, boys were ok. He kept grilling "are you sick?" "Do
You have an appointment?"
I told him I'm ok and why I'm home is none of his business.
He snarked at me...
And then I sent him a huggggge long text just unleashing all kinds of anger on him.
I'm so ashamed of breaking 180. Again.
I'm having some really. Hard. Days.
