I've spent the weekend separated from my husband. Friday night, he slept on the couch. Then, he tried to kick me out of the house at three in the morning on Saturday, but I convinced him to let me stay until morning. When I woke up, I quickly packed up my clothes and left for my parents' house, without even a kiss good-bye. I came home at the end of the day, but I wasn't allowed into our bedroom. It was hard to go to church this morning alone.
I miss him.
We're not having marital problems.
He's sick. Probably the stomach flu. He spent most of Friday night, not on the couch, but kneeling in front of the toilet...loudly expelling all the food... and everything else from his stomach. He was so concerned about me avoiding his illness, that he cleaned the bathroom with clorox each time he threw up. Before I could come home on Saturday, he used Clorox wipes on every surface in our house....the telephones, doorknobs, light switches, faucet handles, etc.
Usually when Ryan is sick, he can hardly function. Sick Ryan normally requires great amounts of sympathy and constant attention. But even though he is feeling terrible, he is being so sweet and protective of Maya and I. We're so lucky.
He's finally starting to feel better today. Though on Saturday, he swore off eating for the rest of his life, he has now consumed a fair amount of Sprite, some applesauce, instant mashed potatoes, and a few rice cakes.