The next week, week and a half went by. I tried as hard as I could to be on my best behavior with him. I hardly bitched at all. There were times that he jumped down my throat because he thought I was actually was bitching when in fact I wasn't. He said he was just so used to me doing it that he automatically thinks I constantly am. Goes to show me that he really never listens to me at all. So that's how our week went. Calm. We got along like we used to and I tried as hard as I could to make an effort to show him that I was trying. He started working at a new car dealership the next town over and I even agreed to start posting the vehicles and setting up appointments for him again. The third day when he got home from work I got right on my computer. There wasn't a damn thing he could say that I had done wrong the whole week.