So, we spoke.

He didn't seem too happy about it, when I told him I was really thinking about going home. Without him, and taking his children. Look, I know it's a big deal. Really. And I have thought a lot about this. But I still feel how I feel. He was not thrilled. He wanted me to realize that this isn't an easy situation. Duh. They would cut his pay. Well, maybe I knew that part. He still is trying to make me feel bad. I do. He doesn't need to try.

We went out to dinner. I know that this was an effort on his part to make me see that he is trying. I'm not going to just run out of here with his kids. And I'm not leaving soon. I am going to give us some time. We get our car soon and I am going to make the best of things. But I still honestly see me leaving.

On a lighter note, he drank too much at dinner. He had 2 liquor drinks and then we shared a bottle of red wine, then topped off with a drink on the house from the bar. Some apple something or other. YUMMMM! I'm not kidding. It was delish!

On our walk home, he hurled by a tree. Not hidden. Just kind of in plain view. Geesh. I was feeling rather in love with the peanuts that they sat in front of me. OMG. They tasted so good! Serves him right. Don't drink so much, or rather, not so many combinations of stuff.

Not a good way to end the night. Especially when you are trying to make your spouse feel wanted and special. ((rolling eyes))