Sunday....

was modestly better. At least I got some sleep. M drugged herself pretty heavy. Asleep on the floor in master BR when I checked at midnight. Still there @ 2 a.m., but roused when I checked for breathe.... I helped her to the bathroom and then to bed (still a bit staggered....)

Sunday, she stayed unengaged and nonconfrontational for the most part, until the afternoon. She engaged me off and on through the late a.m. and mid p.m., then asked me, kinda nicely, to sit and talk about some things.... Which we did.... until the usual subjects, grossly belabored began to recycle on her part. I finally asked just how many hours we were going to go this time.... to which she replied, "Well, how many are you up for?? We are at least talking and more engaged than I've felt in quite awhile....". But, it was enough to back away from it somewhat. I DO recall that I finally had to get angry to get her to stop. I actually coined a description that I kind of like:

"All you understand is ANGER. You were born, bred and breastfed on anger.... "

She didn't exactly agree, but on the other hand.... she did finally disengage and start easing back n this manic and post-manic mood and discussion....

She "tested" me shortly after to see how my mood was by half inviting me to play electronic Texas Hold-em. I agreed and said I'd be up shortly. Still, she was surprised that I did so and did willingly.... and spent the companionable time with her.... and so on.

Later, after her son was here for a brief time, she was even more civil. Starting into some apologetic conversation and such. "I'm just SO frustrated", says she.... "I'm really sorry".

yada yada yada

I actually know that a lot of what happens is her replaying her childhood traumas in this relationship.....