I've taken to staying over on Monday nights. Just one more day without Nabal. I'm getting so very frustrated with the while situation. I'm finally getting as frustrated add everyone around me...no one gets why. People I work with. Friends who keep their distance.
I called to answer Nabal's numerous text and calls. Yes I was on my way...
Today my daughter told me after her got off the phone he turned to her and said, "Mommy says she loves me! She can't wait to see me."
My daughter was pretty dang sure I had said no such thing...
So...why would Nabal say that?
Yesterday Nabal tried to play 20 questions. What was I doing on my phone? Howe long did I drive today?
What was I writing? I was purposefully vague- directions. Where and when are you going? He tried to be light and cheerful. I asked him to repeat himself. He kinda deflated when I informed him it was knitting directions for a project... He smiled, played it off and left.
20 questions for Nabal equals control. He played that crap with Mary and to a lesser extent me through the years. No, not going backwards or back.
I've also realized I need to stop shipping coming home a day late... He's getting more insistent. Trying harder.
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