August is a very busy month for us always with vacations but also bunch of birthdays. Two of our three kids just few days apart plus some friends and family. I have always been the one to organize it all. Buy presents, organize parties, invite people, cook or buy food, he would just stand aside criticizing my spending. This year is no different. I bought presents, asked kids to pick a restaurant, booked it and informed my stbx where and when. He showed up, both times with no present, nothing, not even a chocolate bar. He did text them in the morning and kiss them when they met, but nothing to give. We shared the dinner bills, but after I texted him the first time to clarify.
Neither one of us remembered to take photos at the restaurant, (why do I have to do everything
. So coming home i remembered but he was not there any more and it all felt a bit funny after the fact. Kids took it well, I mean they hate picture taking and I do it just for me, to have a memory, but after I was thinking about it all a bit disappointed in how it all went. My stbx brought this nervous, angry energy with him. Talked for half an hour about things that annoy him, that person, that business. I could feel my throat tightening, my anxiety creeping in, just by listening to him. I was trying to smile, to ease the tension, kept trying to intercept his talk by justifying these random people's behavior, but no, he kept on and on. Just looking at his sour face I felt so uneasy and wondered, when did this happen, when did he become this old, grumpy man? He was not always like that. Anway, I was so looking forward to going home, my home, where I will lock the door behind me and have my peace and quiet. Which I did. When all quieted down, after we had a cake, kids retreated to their rooms, I poured myself a glass of wine, turned on Netflix (btw I just watched "The Chair" new series, it is really good) and....exhaled.
I wish you all lovely women (and a man), just the same. Your own little quiet retreat. Sooner rather then later.
