This morning, we had an appointment with Julie, the therapist.
It was fairly stormy!
He was very pouty, very accusatory.
I wasn’t all sweetness myself. I was tired – physically and emotionally – and I really didn’t hide anything. Usually when we talk with Julie, the therapist, I tend to soften some of the things I say or the way I say them. Not today.
At one point, he told Julie, the therapist, that I am saving money to leave. Julie asked me about that and I told her, yes. She asked if we had talked about it. I told her, no. He said he knows, that he’s not stupid.
Then Julie asked me if I would be willing to come back in and talk with her alone. I told her I would, so I will be seeing her again next Friday.
When we went out to our vehicles, he told me that he loved me and that he was sad that the marriage was not good. He said he just wants to hold me and love me.
I told him that I didn’t know how to live with him without destroying me.
He said he wants me to stop controlling everything and let him take over. I said, sure.
So then he told me that he wants me to make our daughter wash the dishes.
And he wants me to wear my wedding ring.
And he wants me to stop going to the gym after work everyday.
[I guess he didn’t hear the part about me not knowing how to live with him without it destroying me.]
I told him that I had to go to work. (I was already an hour late.)
Tonight when I came home, he had dinner in the oven and roses and a card on the table. Dinner wasn’t ready yet, but it does smell good. I haven’t read the card.
Anyhow, I guess I have to go be nice.