Okay, this thing is turning into a freaking saga.
So last night, H sent me a text that blew me away. He talked to the therapist. And this is the man who thinks that therapists (and doctors in general) are money-hungry quacks. He used the term "head shrink" but he talked to her and that's what counts.
Now he's ready to go to marriage counseling. Now he's ready to make some "big changes". Is it wrong that I don't believe him?
As soon as I saw him, I didn't get that "yay! my hubby's home!" feeling. I felt kinda blah about it. I wished I was excited for him to come home but I'm not. Too much has happened.
His words are kinder but he's still critical. He got in the car and said with a chuckle "the car looks a little dirty". Really? After I've been giving our son nothing but clear liquids in the car and pretty much used up all the Resolve that we bought 2 weeks ago? The mats are dirty; the arm rest is a little dingy, the car doesn't look new anymore (we've had it for a month). "Don't worry; we'll get it detailed" Sigh.
He's still insisting that I not take care of him because he doesn't want to burden me. As we speak, he's standing in the middle of the bedroom because he can't get in the bed without assistance.
I'm feeling very sour. I'm just not believing that he's going to change and I just want to leave right now.