My husband goes to group once a week right after work. At first, when working on my program was spotty, I doubted he was attending and suspected he was probably just passing time at a food court. Those nights I would have a big dinner ready when he got home. I would smile to myself and wonder how he was enjoying his second meal that evening. How petty! And how sad that I took such pleasure in my little ruse!
I still have no idea whether he actually goes and don't ask. Wouldn't trust the answer anyway. But I am no longer upset. It's his issue, not mine. I'm glad I have a stronger program now. (p.s. And now I just leave something in the fridge, if he wants it.)