When D and I were hanging out last night, she mentioned xh was really worried about me while I was sick on Sunday. I probably had a bout of food poisoning, and had insisted xh take the kiddo. I spent most of the day, laying outside the bathroom on the floor, basically trying not to move or blink lest I go running back to the toilet.
Anyway. Apparently, xh called me several times. I didn't answer because, quite frankly, I was afraid if I even thought about moving...I would vomit again. D told me last night that he got incredibly worried because I wasn't answering my phone, and insisted they come by to check on me.
One of the things that's bothered me the last few years, was I had felt xh paid more attention or appeared more concerned about his other (women) friends than me. Perhaps this assumption on my part has been incorrect.
