A Saturday in February

Could be the worst Valentines Day ever! I have been sleeping in the basement for months. Ever since Nabal forced himself on me while I was sleeping. What he did hurt physically and mentally, I left the bedroom and haven't returned except to change sheets and hang his clothes since he thinks taking them upstairs is beneath him. They get in my way. He now wants to know what we will do for valentines day... I told him same thing he has done for 20 years- nothing! Looking back I bought the lingerie, made hotel arrangements. He enjoys himself without as much as a box of chocolates! Was I that disconnected? A few years ago he harshly asked me, "So what? I guess u want me to buy u something." He asked because the children bought me flowers so I wouldn't feel bad. Nabal wasn't even speaking to me, just sneer when I was around. Today he comes to the basement where I was watching a movie, sits close and keeps doing the age old teenage move of stretching his arms then laying his hand on me. It makes every muscle in me cringe. I move away, he waits a while then tries again. He never tries to talk about a problem. He just laughs and runs away like a kid. He thinks I'll relent eventually and just give in to his advances. He eventually says that Valentines Day this year is on a Saturday (what calendar he's using is a mystery) so we should go to a motel. Haven't slept in the same room in over 6 months, wife visibly cringes when touched, doesn't want to hug or kiss, barely speaks. Really? That sounds like a good idea? A while later he looks over puts his hand on my knee and whispers. I had to ask him to repeat himself a few times. He asked if I wanted to go up to our old bedroom and play... Oh yeah, that was the invitation I have been waiting for! I don't want to understand him. He just tried to hug and kiss me while I was serving dinner I dodged him and said no. Nabal uses a false demanding voice, "Como que no?" Laughs and takes his food and leaves the kitchen.