It was the sense of detachment from him, and yes he once again failed. I kept my composure and enjoyed having my bed to myself. I actually kept my mouth shut when he came in, had no comments and nothing to say.
To my surprise he got up for work 2 hours later. So unlike him. Im leaving my opinions to myself and letting him handle this.
I have noticed something odd, I knew seconds before he disappeared out of the blue he had this awful hacking cough. (He was in bed) He got up and vomitted and then slipped out the door. This is becoming the routine, odd but he vomits just before taking off, every time.
I noticed that this happened a year ago before he went to jail too.
Importantly, my reactions. My reactionary past is slowly becoming under my control. I can bite my tongue if I want, and it is getting easier.