Friday night I went to a Parents' Night Out for D11's new school. H had already planned to go to a fundraiser event for a business partner's wife who is running for Village Council and had previously told me I didn't need to go with him although I offered. Then he seemed unhappy that I went to the mixer. I didn't stay out late, but he didn't ask me a single question when I got home, didn't bring it up the rest of the weekend.
Saturday night my D16 and I went to a Foam Glow 5K and had a good time. H hung out with D11, a 5K is not something he would have done anyway. He didn't really show any interest in that, either, except when I was talking to D11 about it and showing her pictures in front of him.
Sunday was church, basketball game (sadly, we lost), D16's soccer game, grilled for dinner. Typical Sunday. H did a lot around the house this weekend, and I told him I appreciated it.
Pretty boring stuff. Hope your weekends were more exciting, but in a good DB way. ;-)
Agree with both of these statements! It's too bad that he's so deadest on leaving that he can't see that we have a good life, that he can't see it could be a really great life. I still don't get it, but try not to dwell on the whys anymore.
Yesterday was completely uneventful. H got home late last night (band rehearsal), and was still asleep when I left this morning. Let's see if he shows up for dinner tonight or not, he seems to be consistently out on Tuesdays. Must be date night.
Yes, labug, he plays lead guitar and sings in a contemporary Christian band. Every Sunday he stands in front of the congregation and sings about doing God's will. It's a very moving experience for me each and every Sunday.
I figured you got me, labug, just didn't want anyone else confused. ;-)
That's the truth about H's journey. I really don't know what he needs. I'm not sure he does. I haven't seen that God has anything to do with his journey, despite his participation in church, he doesn't seem to get anything out of it. But not for me to judge there.
The difficulty is keeping my own faith when the man that trampled on our wedding vows is standing up there leading worship. It's hard, quite frankly. A journey for me as well.
