was the thought that kept me awake most of the night. He was grim. He was getting really annoyed with the dog (who kept trying to get out to eat the bread for the birds) but I just thought that if we didn’t have the dog, who’d be feeling the brunt of DH’s mood?
I don’t fear for my physical well-being but last night was a real low point. He came upstairs effing and blinding about the dog and I blurted out ‘I hate you’.
But I do hate him like that and he’s been unbearable for weeks now and last night, sometime around 1am, something just snapped.
This morning he told me he’s going to move out for a while and instead of saying ‘Oh don’t’, the first words out of my mouth were ‘Where to?’
Another tick for the subtle box…
When I got back at lunchtime however there was no sign of him going anywhere so I went back out, this time with the dog.
And by this evening, I would say his mood has lifted slightly. Only enough to allow him to actually speak but he did put the kids to bed.
He has just informed me he’s turned a corner, to which I replied ‘In which direction?’ For the better apparently. But watch this space.