Despite my binge on Saturday and my slip up on Sunday I lost 1.2kg last week. It’s probably the water I was retaining the previous week plus a little weight loss. I’m happy with the number.
Things got worse last night somehow. When Rudi picked me up from work I gave him a kiss hello and put my hand on his leg as we drove home. A white flag if you will. He ignored these gestures.
As we were meant to go to my grandparents for supper last night, I asked him if he was coming, he refused to go. I went to my grandparents and told them the truth about why he didn’t come. My grandfather, being the wise and wonderful man that he is, sent some food for Rudi. When I got home I greeted him and told him my grandparents send their love and some food. I asked him (in a polite tone) whether I should leave it out or put it in the fridge for him. He made a dismissive gesture with his hand and I said ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that?’. I was then told I forgot to check my attitude at the door.
I went to bed really early last night. I was exhausted from being so distressed all day.
I woke up at 4:30am this morning. Alone. Rudi had slept on the couch for the second night in a row. It is the first time ever he has done this two nights in a row. I made myself a cup of coffee and cried myself back to sleep. Rudi banged on the wall and asked me what the fuck I was crying about. This, of course, only made me cry more.
I made him breakfast this morning. He didn’t touch it.
I also got shouted at because I took something out of the freezer for supper tonight. Apparently he told me three times last night that we are going to his parents for dinner. He told me this while I was sleeping. He thought it ridiculous that I could be asleep so early and therefore assumed I was awake and could hear him. He also expected me to take him to work this morning, but since he hadn’t discussed this with me at all I had started getting ready too late to make it to work in time.
So when he dropped me at work I waited for a kiss goodbye. With a big sigh I received a half hearted kiss.
I have a feeling that he has decided to leave me, but doesn’t have the balls to do it. He is waiting for me to kick him out or to leave him. I’m simply not going to do that. When I made a vow in front of God, I meant it.