Baby Steps.

Wednesday night he stayed at his mother's. I didn't sleep. Did you know birds sometimes start chirping at four a.m?
Thursday night he was back home, but he slept on the couch. There was still minimal talking, and I wasn't going to take the first step. (Yes, stubborn, I know.) Little Man woke up Friday morning and saw him on the couch and went to lay with him.
Friday we spoke. He admits he overreacted and he came back to our room. Little Man was happy to see him when he woke up. Friday after work, we spoke more. We went to his mother's house to pick up his clothes, and as I was speaking to her behind her closed bedroom door she got a frantic phonecall from Selfless. Drama was happening at Selfish's house (the apartment above mine) and we had to get there ASAP. Without getting into too many details, police were called and we ended up packing some of Selfish's stuff (and the girls') and she went to stay at their mother's. Daddy didn't say a word the whole way home, but he held my hand. I think seeing what was going on with my SIL and her husband put more things in perspective for him. Daddy is not a talker, he doesn't verbalize what he is feeling, which is hard but I know him so well I understand his actions. He needs to change that a bit, I told him that. Just a bit. Just enough to not get us into a big enough fight that he feels he can't be home.
Saturday we went to Googlio and Skinny Bitch's baby shower, where everyone (well, the few people who knew about the sitch) was breathing a sigh of relief seeing us together...and smiling. Oh, except for The Whore of course, because I'm sure she was overly happy to hear that we were fighting. (You know, because Selfless STILL is overly friendly with her. UGH.) Really, you should have seen her face she was so upset. I loved it, it made me smile more. Stupid Whore, worry about your own life, thank you. And yes, the stupid Whore was at the baby shower, double UGH. She was there with her twelve year old boyfriend (he looks twelve, seriously. The BOY is 18 though! Still a baby himself!)
Sunday we went car hunting. I might have found something. But I don't want to get all excited about it yet. Not until it's parked in my driveway.
That's that.
Baby steps.