Lunch went better than I thought it would. Very minimal R talk. I asked him what he was doing differently with ow. He replied "nothing". A look of hopelessness must have come across my face, because he told me she just received word that her dad is very sick, and now is not the time. I said I was sorry for the dad's poor health, and left it at that. He offered up that he needs more time to figure things out. I nodded in silence, and changed the subject.
I honestly don't believe that another couple months will bring about a great revelation. So tonight, like every night, I said my prayer to St. Jude - the patron saint of hopeless causes. I know there is nothing I can do to bring H back to me.
