I had a great weekend at my Mom's house. I tried not to think about anything. I have kind of been pretending that this all isn't happening, ya know, that Im losing my house, that I have to move, that I don't have a kid, my marriage failed, ect. I get "home" and immediately feel the negativity in the air. I was so sick to my stomach driving back. I came back, ate, and took a nap. I walked in the door to a spotless house (DH NEVER cleans like this). I was woken up by DH cooking dinner. We are being civil still but I am ready to freak out. DH asked if I had a good dinner and if I watched fireworks. I said no (because I really didn't other than people lighting them off in my mom's neighborhood). He said that him and SS saw a few but the party they went to got busted so they couldn't see the rest. Him and SS had a blast. SS swam all day yesterday, it was a really good time. I smirked and DH said "I know SS is supposed to be punished, but why should I be punished?" I smirked again. Are you fucking kidding me? I am pissed because first, DH NEVER follows through with punishments which is probably a big reason why SS acts out so damn much and secondly, DH NEVER went out with me when SS was "punished", we ALWAYS had to be punished too. I am so sick of this shit. I don't think Im going to be able to wait for this apartment. I have to get out of here. I am just so upset.