Why do I love Mondays? Well because Monday is the longest it will be until skid comes back for another visit. So I should say that I actually love EVERY OTHER Monday.

Just got through a skid weekend. It was pretty blah. I barely said anything to SS12 and he barely said anything to me. I often wonder if he picks up on my coldness. He doesn't seem to because the visit before last he told DH and me "love you guys" as he was leaving. I think about the saying, "the opposite of love is not hate, it's apathy". So I wonder if I'm doing more harm by being apathetic than by being outright hateful. I don't think that's true, so I'll carry on as normal.

The worst part of these weekends isn't even having SS12 over. It's really about how DH changes. He doesn't fawn over SS or give him gifts or do all the things he wants. He just kind of shuts down. He seems more depressed and withdrawn. When I get home from work when SS is over, DH starts talking like crazy with me and practically ignores SS. And anytime SS does say something, DH gives him a half-hearted "Um-hmm" or "yeah" or whatever. So it's almost like SS is as much of a burden for DH to have around as he is for me to have around. I don't understand either a)why SS still likes to come over or b) why DH feels the need to have him over. Wouldn't it just be better if they got together a couple nights a week and hung out doing fun things and bonding? Then there wouldn't be the general awkwardness of having SS around.

I guess all I can do is...well, nothing.