I wonder, does C-Dub think the noose is tightening around his neck?
It seems like lately, he can’t wait to get out of the house. I mean, all week long, he works late. Then, Friday night he tells me that he is going out for a drink with one of his friends. The friend who was responsible for what I’ll call “the incident” back in April when he failed that drug screen. Hmp. It was a drink to celebrate his birthday next week. It bothered me in the back of my mind, but not enough to fight about it.
Saturday, I went out to lunch with a group of friends. Came home, took him to dinner for his birthday.
Sunday. I’m cooking dinner. I hear those magic words:”I think I’ll go watch the game for a couple of hours.” With his newly divorced idiot friend. Jeez.
I want to nip this habit in the bud before the baby comes. I want to ask him what he is thinking, why does he seem to always need to get away.
Or maybe I’m just paranoid because I’m stuck in the house, bored with no money and nowhere to go.
Should I say something, or should I just leave it alone?
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