Okay, I've moved out of the house what, 72 hours ago and the change in my H is phenomenal. He's come out of his shell, contacted a bunch of friends, experessed his vulnerability and offered to make social plans with a bunch of them
This is good right??? I'm supposed to be elated. Instead I'm p*ssed. If it were THAT easy, then why didn't he display this behavior sooner? Why does it take the atomic bomb to the head of my moving out to bring about change? Or was he just waiting for me to be out of his space?
I don't know, but my ego's bruised. Why couldn't he have changed when I was around. Why did it take something as drastic as my packing up and leaving to get a rise out of him? Heck, at this rate, if I refuse to talk to him or return his calls, he'll be running triathlons and building bridges.
I guess he's just making a lot of huge strides, and I'm plodding along. Tortoise and Hare (dang - there's that animal anology thing again. Somebody stop me before all the engineers flame me)
Anyway, just needed to vent. I knew I was right that this separation would be good for us both. But geez, not so fast
