My wife embraced me in the kitchen and gave me a kiss as she seemed in a good mood. I felt awkward but managed to go through with it and then went to sit with my little boy. We sat and watched The Other Guys DVD and I rested my hand on her leg. Then to bed. Morning came and she tried to cuddle me and so I faked testicular pain so that she wouldn't get any ideas. I hate this charade. I'm secretly off on Friday to go in the garage and the attic and get my belongings and take them to work. I will see the solicitor for a free session on Friday afternoon to get clued up about my financial options. It's so difficult to think about anything else whilst awake. I pray for overtime to help kill the hours with her since I am riddled with guilt about my intentions.