Hey, we never heard if the painter showed up or if bf remembered to cancel him?
The painter never showed up, so I'm not sure if bf cancelled him or he just didn't show up.
Things have been VERY different here at bf's mom's apartment. He is graciously (and constantly) taking care of a million tasks for me and her with only the minimal grimacing and sighing. It's like night and day compared to that first week at my house. He's replenishing my ice supply several times a day, which means going out and buying several 10 lb bags of ice at a time and lugging them up here. He's bringing me coffee (as I hang out on the sofa) first thing every morning.
As a result, I LOVE being here-- the three of us hanging out together-- It feels so GOOD. Mom and I are getting along great-- our interaction is minimal, only for the reason that we're so comfortable with each other. It's nice to see her relaxed instead of my usual experience of her, which was sitting at the table arguing with bf over something having to do with the bar. It's great not to have to hear much of anything about the bar.
Friday the lady who does pedicures for me made a house call and gave us both pedicures. Last night bf's daughter came and we all had dinner together sitting at the table. I'm spending my time reading my book club book, surfing the net, napping, coloring in my mandala coloring book, watching tv, did I mention napping? I'm probably being more sluglike than is necessary or even advisable, but this might be the first time in my life EVER (including childhood) that I could just sit and let someone else take care of me. I'm likin' it a lot.
There's an affectionate vibe between me and bf, but nothing remotely romantic, so I'm still seeing the same future for us. Right now, I'm very content.
ETA: Did I post something like this already? It sounds familiar...
