The kids got a bite to eat, then we all pitched in to empty the car and fix up the house. It looks good, even though the puppy ate part of my bed topper while we were gone.
It was good to get away. I did some rehashing with my friends, but it wasn't too bad. There really isn't anything more I can do, anyway, no matter how much I want to.
On Sunday, we drove out to spend the day with H's bmf, his wife and 2 kids. If you have been following me for a while, you know that this man is also a good friend of mine, and I actually even had a crush on him for a few months some time back (before realizing the dangerous road that was).
He told me that H is not coming home, to focus on myself and this new life, even if it is not what I ever wanted--it is what I've got. He said the last time he saw my H (when he helped him move), he was a different person--lost. He said no one can understand what is going on inside his head, and it wouldn't matter, anyway. Time to move on. He said he knows that I still love H. But it doesn't matter anymore. He is gone. He didn't want to be harsh, but he said I can't continue to hurt myself and live like this, especially since it is not doing anything, anyway.
*** CW's H called me tonight (urgh, I need to get caller id), and asked if D would like to go on the computer with his D. Then told me not to worry about the bus stop--apparently, CW had a gallbladder attack and needed emergency surgery. He said he had an eventful weekend, but was there for her. H visited late last night and this morning too (who cares?). I got off the phone ASAP, and I am getting the caller id tomorrow on the way home from work.
