I texted son I'm home at 5:45. It took them an hour to call me back. He said he was coming as soon as daughters friend went home. Another hour later he said he was on his way. During the wait I read the book of Hosea. Prayed the rosary.
I broke down and cried while son was here at about 9.
Two good interactions with her tonight. She dropped off son a little after 8. She wanted to know what time to pick him up. I said I wasn't sure maybe he will stay with me. At 9:40 I texted her. He wants picked up in a 1/2 hour. In about five minutes I receieved. Ok. I texted he took his bath, ate, and brushed his teeth. She text ok. I was praying the rosary.
She actually showed up in a 1/2 hour.
She was in a good mood. She looked so attractive. Her hair was down. She also had another child with her. One of daughters friends from school. They played all day today.
She came into the house. She came in and saw us. Then she went into daughters room and started adjusting things on the shelf. I walked in. She said this stuff is going to fall off. I said well I just dusted it and just kind of put them up there.
We walked out to the car. I buckled my son in. Kissed him. Walked around the car and kissed daughter. I told them to say their prayers and be good for mommy tonight.
Her and I had some small talk. I hand my hand on window sill of the car. I was hoping she would at least touch my hand. All we said was good night.
As she pulled out. I kneeled on the steps and made the sign of the cross and prayed. She drove away. I cried. She said she would pick them up after work tomorrow.
You know KS. I was thinking the same thing. Didn't stop me from going down to the local pub and listen to a good band either. Perhaps this is my GAL. My PMA.
Nothing from nothing still equals nothing.
Wonder when she ask me to go shoe shopping. I'm so there...
I have this buzz in the back of my head that feels like a headache from drinking too much rum. Slight racy thoughts of demons, monsters, and lithians touching my fair maiden skin. I feel like something is ripping at my heart and putting holes in my soul like cannon fodder. Then there is a ball in my stomach that feels like knots, a sea sickness.
Last night I had to clench my rosary to sleep. The memories of her stuck in my head like a storm that will not go away. Ride each wave, rest, be still. The thunder cracks as a whip. Waves slamming agaisnt the hull.
The crew she be fine in the mist of the fog. Land ho! yelled from the eagles nest. I peer my scope to see the beacon of hope through the porthole.
You had a good interaction, Phil. You weren't the angry guy and you didn't storm around like a bull in a china shop. That was good. Really good.
Let her see you continue to be reasonable even when she isn't. That is what will make you attractive. That is what could get her to consider coming home. Focus on how good it felt to be calm and in control.
Me 45, H 46, S 23, M 26, Together 30, Bomb 6-2-08, S 6-19-08; H left 12-29-08. H home 12-09, Still MLC in 2012! Me- I have my big girl panties on. Bring it.
I did just that yesterday. I got home from work and went to bed. I didn't wake up till 5 AM. Went and soaked. Then I went back to bed for a couple of more hours.
No Tv, no radio, no computer. No school, no work, no housework.
Tonight I will have my children as she works 4 till close.
I'm peeved that my children didn't call me last night. I'm sure she will throw it in my face that I didn't call. Trying to stay dark on her.
I needed a day off from her with no iteraction. I did call my children during the day when they were at their grandparetns, however they were too busy playing to talk to me.
I don't feel racy today. I do have a slight ball in my stomach. The whole way to work, I just think of her. I wake up thinking of her.
I did have a dream that another woman told me she was horny. I told her to go away. I don't even know who she was. How can you dream about a random woman? She had dark hair, was petite and attractive, but I did not know her face.
The mind is a terrible thing to waste... I think I know what that means now.
She text me at lunch time. Can you pick up kids at moms? If u can around what time?
I text back after 15 minutes. Hi (wifes name). Hi kids thank sfor calling me last night. Yes I can pick them up at moms. Before six.
She text back: Ok. i thought u talked to them at moms? U could of called here.
I text back: Leaving you alone. Only talked to them for a minute each.
The phone immediatley rings. It is my son. He sounds miserable and tired. He is barely audible on the cell phone. I just tell him he can relax with me tonight. Then I talk to daughter. She sounds tired also. I asked them if they stayed home last night and thanks for not calling.
Why is she so immature? I think my daughter is more mature than her.
She hides behind text and will not even talk to me. Oh, that's right I ruined her life. Little spoiled brat!
