It's Day 3 since Disengagement and it feels like forever. The household seems to have settled into a relatively peaceful Disengagement Pattern. Bf usually comes home in the early-ish evening and even helped me with chores last night. Conversation is congenial, tho nothing more than chatter and small talk. SS has been helping out at a local farm and doesn't arrive home until almost bedtime. I make sure supper is prepared in the kitchen, go to my room and close the door.

Everything feels so up in the air today. Bf read his note yesterday evening and didn't seem the least phased by it. Even made some friendly conversation until ss returned home and found his note. Ss was furious and stomped out to complain to his dad. First time I've ever seen daggers literally popping out of ss's eyes (he's generally plays the "ain't I so cute and wuvable?" passive aggressive type). I walked in my room and slammed the door shut, so don't know what they talked about or how it went. Bf made no further effort to converse with me and slept on the couch again last night.

Dear Xxxx,

Your arrangement of the pillows and bed say to me that you feel like you must be on top of every bit of activity that happens in this household. That's too much togetherness for someone who strongly values her privacy. The bed remains where I have put it and your head belongs at the HEAD BOARD under the window. This is a rule and I will not bend on it.

Finally pried the Beloved away from home for an overnight in the mountains. We hadn't heard anything from whiny SS since Tuesday, so I'm thinking the coast is clear until Saturday morning pickup at camp, but noooooooo....

We didn't have much or any cell signal up where we'd gone, but we reached a place yesterday evening where my phone buzzed that I had a message. "Xxxxx, remember you need to pick me up on Saturday morning at 11:00."

Well duh... like he's ever been left waiting to be picked up from anything, ever.