Three days = exhaustion

[Seriously?]

Day 1: My BPDh called me, asked to see me and talk, said he would go to counseling,  rescinded the counseling offer after I wouldn't sleep with him; I walked out.

Day 2: My BPDh called me, apologized, re-offered counseling.  We had some pleasant conversations on the phone.

Day 3: My BPDh invited me over; I reminded him I will not sleep with him. He still wanted me to come.  He gave me 2 hours of silent treatment. I calmly said I had to be up early and left. He would not kiss me goodbye. No communication since.

Yesterday would have been day 4. As I was thinking about it, I realized how exhausted those three days made me.  In the past, I didn't recognize how his ever changing moods and needs threw me into overdrive even if I felt relatively calm and collected. I have been disciplined in the last 24 hours not to think too much about what bothered him that he invited me over only to give me the silent treatment.  All I know is it had little to do with me because I hadn't done or said anything I am regretting. I laughed as I drove home on Tuesday night. I couldn't get that "Not my monkeys; not my circus" saying out of my head. I have come a long way, baby.

[A Dad]

 

That's one of my favourite sayings now