Interesting night. I went out for beers with some friends from work. I don't do it often because I've always valued the family time over "the boys". However, I needed it last night.
Well, according to my buddies, a woman at the bar was hitting on me. Strange that I don't even notice those things any more. I think maybe I should pay more attention.
After a few beers (two or so), I headed home. I don't know if it was the beers or what, but I was ready to tell the W that I am moving out because I don't like the person she has become. I wasn't angry at all. Very calm, serene almost.
Then I get home and the W is already in bed asleep. So, I just read on the couch for awhile and went to bed. This morning the W was friendly then normal. A little more touchy feely than lately.
