Detachment.

Last night I forced my Husband to talk to me. He was in the bathroom about to hop in the shower, when I politely and elegantly, opened the bathroom door and closed and locked it behind me. We argued while he was "buck nekked" and I got real with him, and him with me. Then, he shut down. I left the bathroom. After his shower he went in the kids room/mancave. There he stayed, watching TV, for the rest of the night. I guess he was processing our arguement.We have another counseling session on Saturday, and I'm no longer holding back. Flanagan has no idea what he's in for.