Well, I did call H on Christmas Eve morning to see if he got some decorations I left for him on the porch. It was his and D17's (empty) Christmas stockings that I came across while I was decorating. I didn't want to be an a-hole and keep them or throw them out.
Anyway, H answers the phone with "Hi Kimmie", his voice full of trepidation and I was just cheerful as hell. So I asked how he was doing and he says "Fine".....long pause....."How are you?". I said I had a bit of a headache from a big holiday party the night before, but otherwise I was fine. H chuckled at that and seemed to relax a little.
This was a party that we went to together every year, and D17 had tried to wangle an invitation for herself, but the host is my friend and just let her request drop with a thud. LMAO!!
I wished H a Merry Christmas, and said to wish his D17 a Merry Christmas, and then I got off the phone. Short, sweet, to the point, and this is the first time I've heard his voice since he moved out.
I thought I was doing fine, but a couple days later, I felt hurt that he didn't get me anything for Christmas. Isn't that silly? I wasn't expecting him to, and I didn't get him anything either, but still....
