Well, after a somewhat peaceful night (mostly because I was gone for most of it), while we were lying in bed, W again tries to push my boundaries.
W: I'd like to go to a concert (or show or something) during a weekend in May with B.
ME: Would this be a thing similar to this week when you wanted to switch your usual Friday with him to Saturday?
W: It's Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
ME: Which day would you like to go? (Hinting at our 24-hour boundary).
W: (doesn't say a thing, just starts crying, and leaves the bed and goes to sleep somewhere else, apparently).
I'm SO sick of this shit.