So, Christmas was completely amazing. I had the best time all year with the skids and him. We had a completely awesome couple of days. And then back to reality. H threw away the cupholders from my brand new suv. I was needless to say, angry. So H gets mad at me for being mad and 'speaking to him in that tone of voice.'...he's lucky he didn't get 'that tone' in person...but i was driving when i saw my cupholders were gone. Anyways, long story short, he later admits ss12 threw them in the garage when the'd gotten home and he'd cleaned the cups out of the car.

Ok, y'all, here's the cliffnotes...
H and I have fought for months about how much contact we have with bm. I've asked and demanded that it cease. He has at times tried to appease me. We've had our ups and downs and we've tried to reach agreement on everything.
H tells me yesterday that bm called him. She's been gone for a week and we've had the skids. They had their phones off and didn't return her call. So she calls H to tell him to have them call her. Supposedly that was the entirety of their conversation.

I don't know if it's me or if there really is a problem. DH has been super in every way and lately has gotten on board with becoming more of a normal human. We communicate better, he tries harder and things really are going way, way smoother than ever before. And I don't nag or anything...he seriously is committed to working on improving our relationship.

H and I were alone last night for dinner. I've discovered that he isn't good at communicating...how's your day dear, what'd you do...that's all fine and good, but that's pretty much it. He's not good at planning what to do with our time together or talking about important stuff like financing the house or how to get the kids to their games out of town. So I have come to the conclusion that when he has nothing to converse about, he picks fights. And he picked a fight last night about, you guessed it, bm.