After the nightmare of dh choosing to sit at the kids' table over Thanksgiving and completely ignoring his family and friends that I spent 2 days cooking for, he spent Friday not speaking to me. At all. Not one word. We had a good game of "I am mad at you because you are mad at me" going. It went as far as him sleeping on the couch Friday night. Then Saturday he approaches me in the kitchen (while I am knee deep in Christmas decor) and kisses me. So silly me, I think I am going to get an apology. I am so damn sick of being second to his horrible child.