D moved into her new place. I kind of miss having her on my couch. She was there for two months. Ah, well. At the same time, my little apartment seems much bigger without her boxes/suitcases piled up. Cest la vie. It will just take more effort to hang out with her now, I supposed.
On the xh end of things...wow. I'm not sure if he was more consistent before, or just that I didn't notice because I was all over the place myself. Ah, well.
On the interesting (plus?) side of things, he called me 'honey' twice. He hasn't done that in a year or more. We even cuddled up some at night. Even odder, I had to fend him off with a stick late one night. Not that I usually mind, exactly, I was just almost always the one pursuing him. Several nights in a row...unheard of. Honestly, I was just tired. That's the first time I ever recall turning him down for that reason. lol We even spent most of the weekend together. It was a lot of fun. He also told me at point that he's enjoying just being around me again, that's starting to be fun again, and he's afraid of going back to the crazyness. (He picked up on that I'm finally letting go of the anger from last year.)
Other, random things I noticed over the weekend: He was picking (playful) fights with my friend D. I finally joked that he was picking fights because she's moving out of my apartment. I must have accidentally hit a nerve... He told me later I was right on, even though I was joking, and it made him weird the rest of the day. I didn't mean to do that, but oh well.
He also, after weeks, got a text from JD. (His ff that he's really into. The married one.) He was incredibly tense afterward. I didn't ask what was going on--he's followed my advice, and doesn't want to discuss their friendship, since on the off chance it does evolve into an actual romantic relationship, that would be inappropriate. (Yes. I know. She's married.) Anyway, after about dozen texts, I told him I didn't know why or what was going on, but he always seems incredibly tense and unhappy after speaking with her. I told him, as a friend, I'm worried that he's repeating his past history of unhealthy friendships (there are a lot of them), and I was concerned about him.
He got angry and defensive--"it's not what you think"--but I just calmly reiterated my point. Told him he needed to do something about the situation, whatever that was, because it's stressing him out so badly he's getting physical symptoms. (Immediately after talking with her, he was complaining of headaches and stomach pains.) I told him I was just concerned.
Then I changed the subject. Baby and I went to bed, and he came by much later to spend the night. If I recall correctly, we did cuddle some, but I was pretty asleep.
I didn't work out Friday like I wanted to, although I should have. Saturdays just don't work schedule wise. Sunday I drug D to a 'yoga pump' class at the gym... It wasn't what I expected, but I loved it! I'm going to try to make this a weekly thing--it'll also give baby and xh good time alone together.
I'm not going to make weights during lunch today like I had planned--I need to get some car stuff taken care of--but I am going to try to get some cardio in after work. I need to quit skipping that!
She was there for two months. Ah, well. At the same time, my little apartment seems much bigger without her boxes/suitcases piled up. Cest la vie. It will just take more effort to hang out with her now, I supposed.
