My first weekend. To make it short things I have done so far:

In the gym 5 days a week

Lost 100 pounds since April with goal of having 10% BF by summer

Picked up my black belt again and I am in the dojo 2 hours a day 4 days a week I was also asked to be an assistant instructor recently.

I think I have had a major victory against the wife overall this weekend. Meaning several days of success.

The wife took the boys up north to ski (Friday-saturday) We have always done this, every weekend in the winter she goes up December through February, normally I have gone as well. Waste of time for me since I hate skiing, and I have to shut down most of my activities to do it....sacrifice for the family as it were. I usually just ended up driving. The resort is in the town she grew up in so it's also the time she visits her mom and dad. The drive is three hours. Before RP the excuse I wasn't going is my dog is too old to move any where (he will probably be checking out soon), but knowing what I know I most likely won't be going for these 2 day trips any longer on principle alone.

She leaves me a house that hasn't been cleaned in a week. Laundry is ankle deep, dishes piled and there is nothing clean (she's a SAHM but rationalizes why she hasn't any time). She sweetly apologizes and leaves. I come home from work Friday and crank the stereo. Clean the house that evening. Proving that it doesn't take a week but a few hours of dedication. Laundry is for tomorrow. I hit the gym, come home, eat, rack out.

When she goes on these drives she never calls, nor texts. heck...she never answers the phone..for any one. I normally have to push her to find out where she is (make sure she got there ok), this time I don't do anything. I am concerned, it's icey and such but fuck it. She's a big girl and her family is up there. Friday night about 8pm I get texted that they made it safe, skiing was awesome, and saw her dad and are now at mom's relaxing. I just text back. Great have a good day tomorrow

I wake up Saturday 4am (military service burned me I can't sleep in any more). Start a crockpot dinner (chicken stew). Hit the gym. Train at the dojo. Home by 11am. Laundry, a bit of picking up. Find little jobs around the house to do, shovel the snow that fell. She is returning tonight but tonight is also the night I go out buddies of mine. Still hear nothing from her. I don't know when she is leaving to come home.

I get called about 3pm. My son. he says they are leaving. So my math has them home by 6:30pm. The same time I have to leave to link up with my buddies. I tell him, ok, drive safe. I hear nothing from them (and I don't call), until they they are getting into town and my son says Mom wants me to stay just long enough to say good bye/hi to everyone. No big deal. I was going to any way. I am a father/husband afterall besides I figure I won't just drop off the map and appear reappear. They will know when I leave and come back.

They get home, but just minutes before my dead dog walking decides to loose control of his bowels (yeah...he might not make it the winter). I am almost done cleaning it up but he soiled his pillow, and in his age he hates sleeping on the hardwood floor. I don't have time to clean pillow but she is a big girl and can figure it out.

She rushes in, gives me a hug (WTF...that's never happened). The boys start chattering about the weekend, and what grandpa gave them (great more garbage in the house). I pat everyone on the head, grab my bag, tell her clean laundry is on everyone's bed, and needs to be put away then I leave.

I get to my buddies house. Now...I am usually out until midnight, home by 12:30am. I am just worthless staying up later these days. BUT...all my buddies pussy out and we are done with our goofing off around 10. All this time she is texting me. Long story short she has put off things she had to do and is railing at me. Asking me technical computer questions, bitching about the dog who is now whining. I get 126 in 30 minutes. She's also pissed about the dog. Like really fucking pissed. One text was "don't ever leave me with the dog without his pillow again" and "ok. You owe me I cleaned it for you". I turn the phone to silent. When the evening is done and later I look at my phone there are 445 texts from her. Jesus Christ! I delete the conversation without reading it.

So my buddies bail early on the night, I consider my next move. I consider just hanging out at a coffee shop, but....fuck it. My house I am going home. I get home early she's on the couch studying (she went back to college) trying to get work done she procrastinated with over the week. She says hi, gives me a sweet smile, I reply hey. Drop my stuff and head down to switch out the final load of laundry also check on a repair that was drying.

I head back up and grab some water considering my next move. Normally I would sit with her and watch TV but I don't want to. She asks me to sit and talk. Ok. She asked. She has gossip about her family. This is my crack. Her family is like a train wreck. Her siblings (4 in all) have complete disasters for lives. She goes on and on. It may not be right, but damn. You can't make this shit up. I use this to practice being stoic about the situation, because she usually gets animated about it and wants to solve everyone's problem. I would have usually joined her. In the past I thought I was connecting with her. Now I just listen, and nod, like a dad to a child. Secretly I am shocked at the life choices these people make. I am feeling like I am in her frame, but I can't help it to some degree. I do have to listen to her talk about things...this is a marriage after all but I feel like it's ok because I am not giving in to the emotional context going. To me it's just a news report. I am showing no emotion and not giving any of the usual indicators, like head nodding, little smiles. I basically just sit and listen without any expressions, but I do stare intently into her eyes and admire her fantastic cleavage....her tits are magnificent.

It's 12:30am and I tell her it's time for bed. We get up there and I change into bed clothes. She remarks that my legs are looking trimmer, more muscular. I reply, huh, thanks. I get into bed. Hit the lights.

Sunday morning. I am up at 6am. Have somethings to do. I hit the gym at 9am. Wake her ass up when I get home and take the family out to breakfast...normally I ask her sometimes she demurs and says no, sometimes yes, but this time I tell her. When we come home She has studying to do so goes down to her piano room (side note she is a classical pianist and we have set up a lower floor of the house as her music studio she decides to study there today claiming its cozier and warmer...but I sense a desire that she wants me to join her. Nope. The room is not designed for two people to hang out in comfort. I tell her ok and stay upstairs getting the house in order for the week, and the grocery list for the week.

Observation: Since the morning I have spoken very little. I haven't been rude or ignoring just busy, but when I have engaged I haven't done it from an emotional POV nor responded to emotion. There have been shit tests which I am taking as passed due to this response. Her? She won't stop talking. AT ALL. In fact she has found excuses to talk to me. I can see it in her head. Interesting turn of events.

Sunday evening comes around. I went to the store to pick up groceries. She is irritated since she viewed it as her domain...really she is irritated I didn't send the list to her for review, but fuck it. It needed doing and she wasn't doing it. While I am at the store I am getting shit tests via text. Ignoring them is the only answer. I get done, rally the kids to put the groceries away. I do little things around the upper part of the house. She comes up at some point. Grabs a snack and says, "we can have sex tonight". But it was the way she said. Like...lost....little girl like. Hmmm?

I reply "sounds good." She goes back down.

Family fed, kids in bed. I settle down for some reflection. A couple hours later I go downstairs to finalize some projects I had done. She looks up from her books and smiles. "I miss you," she says. with that pouty lip...damn I love that pouty lip but I am not breaking.

I tell her to come upstairs then. She looks around her pile of academia and says " bring my stuff up?"

Looking her I just say quietly "ask me nicely?"

She asks with a please. So I pick up her books and go upstairs her hotly behind me.

So far this weekend feels like a win.

Sex or not....Feels like a win.