Last night, WH and I are in bed. There's a Friends rerun on. Rachel is pregnant. Cue WH to start his - yeah, you're doing just what billions of others have done. It's not a miracle, it's just someone that will be in my way in traffic in 16 years, blah blah blah.'
Yeah, as cold as that is, that isn't the issue. The issue is that, during the A, when he was lying about who he was talking to, he told me that 'person X' and he had a discussion where 'person X' was going on about her friend and her miracle baby and then telling me all the negative things he was saying. I replied with "why do you do that? She's happy about something, and you just have to shit all over it. Why can't you just let someone be happy?"
About 3 months later, I find out person X is actually XGF, and I defended her!!! That's right, he was telling me about his conversation with his girlfriend and I DEFENDED her!!!
I've mentioned this several times, but he doesn't care I guess. So last night, I being with very short, unemotional 'yup' or 'I know, you've said this before' without an expression, or looking at him. He just keeps going and going. I snap. I start yelling "Why don't you just SHUT UP!!! I'm not going to replay a conversation you had with (name of AP). It's disgusting and every time you start this my stomach turns. It's sickening. Just SHUT UP!!!"
He acts like I'm crazy. 'You're yelling at me. I'm just talking and you're yelling at me.' I tell him again, more calmly, he replies with something stupid (not mean, not an apology) and leaves the room.
10 minutes later, I go downstairs. I tell him I'm sorry I yelled. He gets up off the couch, I think to hug me, not sure really, and I say "the thing is, I remember clearly riding in the car as you were telling me about (conversation), and what you did is sick, and it disgusts me. You were telling me conversations you had with your girlfriend. It's just sick." His face goes black. I say "well, you obviously don't feel the same, so I'm going to bed. I just wanted to apologize for yelling."
This is where I know I need to 180 and detach:
He says "well, you see, I didn't realize there would be a quiz later, and that you'd be testing me on every fucking thing that happened, so I don't remember it!" (He gradually went from talking in a snide voice to yelling. I reminded him that he remembered it enough to share it with me, which is disgusting. I get more about taking notes,and then he says something about me "ruining another night." Me? ME???? I said "I ruined this night?" and he keeps on, yes, blah blah blah.
I refused to engage. I say "Ok, I shouldn't have yelled and I wanted to apologize, and I have". and I go back to bed. I waited a half hour to see if he would come upstairs and apologize. Nope.
I slept in (since I couldn't sleep). I woke to him brining me coffee and putting the Twilight Zone on the television for me. I'm just getting up so I don't say too much. Before he's out of the room, I'm already remembering it. He comes back a bit later offering to make me breakfast or more coffee. I don't even look at him "no thanks". He asks what's wrong. I shrug. He says something else meaningless, and then says "Are you sure nothings up?" "Yup" He then giggles and says "OK" so I KNOW he knows what's wrong.
I ruined the night? Why? Because I KNOW WHAT A PIG HE WAS, AND IT STILL BOTHERS ME???
How many of you would want to engage in the same debate you KNEW your WS had engaged in with AP? NONE!!! Fuck him.
So, I'm just ignoring him. Whatever I do this weekend, I do alone. That's fine. I'm really half detached anyway. His remorse is sporadic. His defensiveness is sporadic. His blaming ME for ruining anything because I know what he did and won't pretend I don't is completely, 100% unacceptable!!!
I can't believe this bullshit. I'm not pretending this one didn't happen. I'm not just 'moving on because 98% of the time is good". I refuse.
Why does this just never, ever end???