Moved Out
I know that many if not all of you guys know now that me and my daughter have moved out of the townhouse and back in with my parents. And since most if not everyone is always curious and the next question normally asked is "why" I will go ahead and enlighten you. As many if not all of you know things have not been going well between my husband and I for the past 9 months to a year or so. There has been constant fighting, temper's flaring and other things that are waaaaay too personal and too uncomfortable for me to talk about here. Now, towards the end of just about every major argument that we've had, my husband would either threaten me with, or just flat out tell me that he wants a divorce. Now after the third or so time of me packing up my daughter's and my things, making arrangements with my parents to move back home and making sure that I had a way to get into work and stuff like that, and then him turning around and telling me that he didn't mean it and that he was sorry and that he wouldn't say it anymore, I got him to promise me that he would never ever say that he wanted a divorce while we were in the middle of a fight and that he wouldn't say it unless he was 100% sure that that's what he wanted. Needless to say this didn't happen.
Let's start off with Friday since that's actually when everything started. Now me and my husband were supposed to give our friend Rich a ride to the Philly game. I had emailed him the night before and told him that it wouldn't be a problem. My husband calls me at work at about 3pm and tells me that since one of the guys at his work is cutting out early he has to stay and close up. Which means that he wouldn't get out from work until 9pm, rendering us unable to go to Philly and screwing Rich out of a ride at the last minute. I got upset, not at my husband because I can understand that work takes precedence to game, just at the situation. And then I remembered that there were atleast 2 other supervisors, both of which were working with him that day, who could have filled in for the guy that was going home early. My husband had apparently decided that he was going to volunteer for it. But I swallowed my anger and told my husband that I would try and get a hold of Rich and let him know that we couldn't give him a ride. I called my housemate and they were kind enough to get a hold of him for me.
Not a half hour later my husband calls me back and tells me that he will be coming home at the normal time so that I can take Rich to Philly and that he's just gonna stay home. I get more angry and more upset and tell him that since he's the one pulling the "yo yo" crap again, that he's got to get a hold of Rich and let him know that everything is back on. Couldn't get a hold of him. But I'm rambling.
Anyway so we go to game and it was alright. I kept getting pulled out of character to deal with Mason Dixon stuff. Which is ok every once in awhile but I really just wanted to play. Later on that night I was getting a little tired and I knew that I was going to have to drive home so I wanted to make a coffee run to the 7-11 down the street since at that time the coffee bar at the site we were playing at was closed. So I asked my husband if he wanted anything and he said yes so I went with a friend over to the 7-11 to get coffee. Evidently my husband timed how long I was gone and he decided to tell me that I had been gone for over 45 minutes. Big load of BS!! So then he decides to yell at me about it and tell me that I'm acting like a slut and other less pleasant things. And ultimately I got so upset that I had to spend the rest of end of game in the girls bathroom cause I was got so upset that I couldn't stop throwing up. When my digestive pyrotechnic display finally drew to a close we left and had another "discussion" on the way home. Luckily I can kind of go numb while I'm driving so I didn't get into an accident.
Next morning, as soon as he woke up, we had a big huge blow out fight. It all started cause one of my friend's came over and my husband feels inadequate whenever he's around because said friend can make me smile and make me laugh and make me feel good about myself where as all my husband ever manages to do is make me feel awful about myself, make me get sick and make me cry. Who would you rather spend time with if you were me? So things escalated and there was a little pushing again this time but not as much as the last time we got into an argument. I finally let him calmn down enough so that we weren't screaming at one another again and I asked him what he wanted to do. He told me that he didn't want to see me anymore, that he didn't want to be married to me anymore and the thought of living in the same house with me sickened him. So I packed up a good chunk of my daughter's and my things and moved back to my parent's house.
Now as to what happened with Mason Dixon and why I went home with him. He dropped me off at my parent's house I didn't go back to the townhouse. Because I do not have a car that is up and running now, he has been picking me up and taking me into work and taking our daughter with him back to the townhouse so his housemate can watch her for us during the day. So until I get my van up and running, I need him to give me a ride. I'm just glad that he has been as accomidating as he has about it. But I chalk that up in no small part to him trying to do or say anything to get me back.
Things are hectic and I will write more later. Just wanted to let everyone know what was going on and that I'm still alive.
Let's start off with Friday since that's actually when everything started. Now me and my husband were supposed to give our friend Rich a ride to the Philly game. I had emailed him the night before and told him that it wouldn't be a problem. My husband calls me at work at about 3pm and tells me that since one of the guys at his work is cutting out early he has to stay and close up. Which means that he wouldn't get out from work until 9pm, rendering us unable to go to Philly and screwing Rich out of a ride at the last minute. I got upset, not at my husband because I can understand that work takes precedence to game, just at the situation. And then I remembered that there were atleast 2 other supervisors, both of which were working with him that day, who could have filled in for the guy that was going home early. My husband had apparently decided that he was going to volunteer for it. But I swallowed my anger and told my husband that I would try and get a hold of Rich and let him know that we couldn't give him a ride. I called my housemate and they were kind enough to get a hold of him for me.
Not a half hour later my husband calls me back and tells me that he will be coming home at the normal time so that I can take Rich to Philly and that he's just gonna stay home. I get more angry and more upset and tell him that since he's the one pulling the "yo yo" crap again, that he's got to get a hold of Rich and let him know that everything is back on. Couldn't get a hold of him. But I'm rambling.
Anyway so we go to game and it was alright. I kept getting pulled out of character to deal with Mason Dixon stuff. Which is ok every once in awhile but I really just wanted to play. Later on that night I was getting a little tired and I knew that I was going to have to drive home so I wanted to make a coffee run to the 7-11 down the street since at that time the coffee bar at the site we were playing at was closed. So I asked my husband if he wanted anything and he said yes so I went with a friend over to the 7-11 to get coffee. Evidently my husband timed how long I was gone and he decided to tell me that I had been gone for over 45 minutes. Big load of BS!! So then he decides to yell at me about it and tell me that I'm acting like a slut and other less pleasant things. And ultimately I got so upset that I had to spend the rest of end of game in the girls bathroom cause I was got so upset that I couldn't stop throwing up. When my digestive pyrotechnic display finally drew to a close we left and had another "discussion" on the way home. Luckily I can kind of go numb while I'm driving so I didn't get into an accident.
Next morning, as soon as he woke up, we had a big huge blow out fight. It all started cause one of my friend's came over and my husband feels inadequate whenever he's around because said friend can make me smile and make me laugh and make me feel good about myself where as all my husband ever manages to do is make me feel awful about myself, make me get sick and make me cry. Who would you rather spend time with if you were me? So things escalated and there was a little pushing again this time but not as much as the last time we got into an argument. I finally let him calmn down enough so that we weren't screaming at one another again and I asked him what he wanted to do. He told me that he didn't want to see me anymore, that he didn't want to be married to me anymore and the thought of living in the same house with me sickened him. So I packed up a good chunk of my daughter's and my things and moved back to my parent's house.
Now as to what happened with Mason Dixon and why I went home with him. He dropped me off at my parent's house I didn't go back to the townhouse. Because I do not have a car that is up and running now, he has been picking me up and taking me into work and taking our daughter with him back to the townhouse so his housemate can watch her for us during the day. So until I get my van up and running, I need him to give me a ride. I'm just glad that he has been as accomidating as he has about it. But I chalk that up in no small part to him trying to do or say anything to get me back.
Things are hectic and I will write more later. Just wanted to let everyone know what was going on and that I'm still alive.