BTW

By the way my husband finally did go out on that date he tried so hard to plan. I had to work late on Sunday. He went on about going somewhere but not really stating where all day. I told him go ahead - I'm going to be late. I didn't ask though I know he expected me to. The stymied abuser is lost. I had to drop my car at a mechanics and told him my daughter could meet me but he met me anyways. We got back home at 8pm and at 830 he went out..on a Sunday night. Because theres so much to do with 'buddies' on a Sunday night (sarcasm). Its a testament to not only my clear conscience but my indifference that I have no idea when he got home. In the past his vehicle pulling in would have woke me but whatever the time I slept through it unperturbed. This morning he was out of the ordinary acting kind so i can infer from that that his date went well.