Ya. But it still hurts
It was a Sunday afternoon. Sam doesn't come to church with us anymore, so I'd taken the boys to church by myself. When we got home, Sam was doing his own thing while we got snacks and watched a movie. By that evening, I hadn't really seen him all day, so I went into our room where he was. I was aware that he was watching something on his iPad, but started chatting with him as I put some clothes away and straightened up my closet. I was just going into our bathroom to wash my face when I became aware of the the look on his face. It stopped me in my tracks. I can only describe it as hate and contempt for... For what? For who? Me? I didn't understand so I asked. "Did I do something to offend you?" Sam's reply. "Why do you think I'm back here in our room with the door closed? I'm in here because you guys aren't! If I wanted to listen to you or be around you, I'd be around you." He said other thin...