I think he knows that all hell is about to break loose
Since the big blow up last week (AHH threatened to team with my ex and even lie on the stand to try to get my kids taken from me if I left him) the ass has been everything I have ever wanted in a husband. It is making me sick. It is all so freaking fake. It feels unnatural coming from him. He tries to pull me over to cuddle, he is coming to bed at night, he actually picked up a freaking dish and put it away. He knows he F'ed up. He just doesn't know how bad yet. I won't let him near me still. But this sweetness and him pretending to try right now is pissing me off even more than if he would just be his normal self. It makes me mad because seeing it lets me know that he is capable of being a human and a good husband, he just chooses to be who is he is.
I saw an apartment on friday. It made me cry. I feel so helpless and I hate that I can't afford the rent it would take to keep my kids in a home like we have right now. There are a few townhouses that I really like the pictures, so hopefully I can actually get through to the Realtor/property managers for those today and see them in person. Wish me luck Steptalkers, I need it!!
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"It makes me mad because
"It makes me mad because seeing it lets me know that he is capable of being a human and a good husband, he just chooses to be who is he is."
^^^Bingo! He clearly knows what you want/need but isn't willing to give it until his hands are tied. Stay strong, if you give in he will be back to his old ways in no time.
Hugs and fingers crossed for you!
That's called the "bait"
That's called the "bait" right before the switch.
Good points! OP, can you
Good points! OP, can you find a tiny apartment with some perks? Pool? Park? (depending on kids ages I guess)
Ripley is right, it's not the structure that makes a home, it's the family and the peace and what you make of it. I still remember the first apartment bios and I ever lived in. It was cheap and utilities were included and I was sad that it wasn't the life I pictured for them but some of my happiest memories of them as babies/toddlers were there, it doesn't matter.
Y'all are right. I know it's
Y'all are right. I know it's not about the house, me and the bios were very happy in our little townhouse that I had before I met AHH. In fact they still say they miss that place. I think they miss the peace that we had there. We were happy. The only time in their lives where there was peace was in that little place.
Peace in a small space is
Peace in a small space is much better than drama in a mansion.