Warning: Ridiculous ranting and complaining ahead. Plow through at your own risk.
After I posted last night, he decided he wanted to go to the arcade. Though "arcade" is perhaps too simplistic a term. The place we went is an entertainment center - arcade games (new and old-school), VR games, indoor go-karts, indoor bumper cars, laser tag, all kinds of stuff. In good weather they have outdoor go-karts, mini-golf, and bumper boats too. If you can't find something you like there, you aren't trying very hard.
Spousehole mostly played fighting and shooting games while I played Galaga (I kick ass at Galaga; of course, after 25 years I suppose I better) and carnival-type games. I'm really good at Skee-Ball. I like winning a bunch of redemption tickets and then giving them to some little kid before I leave. That's fun. At Sea World last year I only played one game of Skee Ball and won a stuffed animal so big that we couldn't take it on the plane. (My in-laws drove it back the following spring).
I watched kids playing DDR. Some of those kids are really, really good. I could never keep up with them. My sister has the Nintendo version and I get confused a couple rounds into it. It's great exercise though!
After we used the allotment on our cards (they don't take quarters anymore, you have refillable cards that you scan at each game or activity), we went to dinner. It was nice and peaceful without any kids.
We even slept in the same bed for part of the night. He moved to another room partway through the night. I asked why this morning and he said that he felt "crowded." Whatever. He did snuggle with me for a couple hours this morning and that was nice.
We went out for breakfast and he was all mopey and quiet again. That's lasted all fucking day. It's depressing as hell. I hate when he drags me down with him like this and I hate that I let him.
I've tried doing what he wants - I watched LOTR: Return of the King for the umpteenth time with him - but he won't do anything I want. I have A History of Violence from Netflix and I proposed that we watch it together when LOTR was done, but no, he wasn't in the mood to watch anything "new." I HATE THAT. He will watch the same movies, and read the same books, over and over and over - to the exclusion of anything new. I don't get it at all. I have no problem with watching a good movie multiple times, but not to the exclusion of anything else. He has about 10 movies he watches over and over and about the same number of books he reads over and over, until they are worn out. Then he buys another copy of the same damn book!!! What is up with that? I know he says he has memory problems - and he does - but does he not remember what happens in Shogun after reading it 60 times???