Well, last night was a confusing night. When W got home she was all weepy and huggy and saying she didn't know what to do, that she's never going to be happy. I told her I had been working on a plan where she would move out and see the girls no more than once/week. She cried and cried and said she couldn't do that.
Then she gets all humble and starts talking about trying to do what I want, and stopping the screaming, the criticism, etc. Says she wants to take me to this nice place in Asheville for date night on Friday.
I am so sick of this drama. Now I'm the one who doesn't know what to do.