So after what can only be described as the "worst" dinner ever in a public setting, I made a conscious decision to remove myself from dh. Let me give you a little background. DH essentially "checked-out" of a marriage a few weeks ago. In the meantime I have been picking up the slack, trying not to let him effect my mood (for the kids sake's) and been trudging thru the endless barrage of custody shiz from Twat Waffle. By some miracle of god, we ended up childless on Saturday night (a gracious gift from my parents to keep the kids overnight) and decided to have a meal, in public, together. I knew it was going to be a craptacular time from the moment I set foot in the door. DH was in a "mood". Brooding, passive-aggressive. We decided on a restaurant and then he suggested a movie. I said ok and asked what he had in mind. He declared 'Wolverine'. I said well it wouldn't be my first pick but if it's what you really want then cool, we'll see it.

Somehow, that ignited a shit storm in dh's attitude. We drove to dinner in silence. We sat, awkwardly staring, at one another in utter silence thru dinner. As we finished our meal, I asked if he indeed still wanted to see the movie. Dh's response was to, in a mock tone (a voice he reserves for describing Twat Waffle's voice) that "It's not my first choice, and since it's not, I'm going to hold it against you and have to hear about it for the next two weeks if we go." He stated this as if he was pretending to be me. I sat there mortified. Somehow, this delusional man has me confused with horseface, I thought to myself. WTF did I do wrong? It would have been less painful if he had reached across the table and slapped me. It was humiliating.

At that point I got up and left the restaurant. I sat in the car as he paid the check. We drove home in silence again. As we approached the movie theater he asked if we were going to the movie? I'm sorry dh, did you fall and bump your head? I replied, "just take me home." So we arrived home. I grabbed my emergency overnight bag, already packed, and I left. I spent the evening at my sisters and didn't return home til the next day. DH and I have not had a night apart in over three years. I turned off my phone. And guess what? I slept like a baby.

I couldn't even muster anger because I am essentially over it. I froze him out. When I returned home on Sunday morning I was met with tears, lots of them. To which my response was, "I don't want to talk about it." The day was again, spent in silence. But something has shifted, in me. I took the wind out of his sails. He was itching for a fight and all I could think of was escape. Dh stated, "I kept expecting you to come home." But I didn't. And it felt good not to. It seems the balance of power has shifted.