He was all nicey, nice when we first got home last night. Offering to walk the dog for me and offering me first in the shower, etc. I turned him down and he gave up and didn't say another word.
He knows, I figured it out or at least that I wasn't happy with them joining us.
I won't say anything. He knows.
I told him when I gave him my ring I wanted him out soon. That's when he said the 1st. His name is on the lease. I can't push him out, and truth be told, I think the kids are right and he's afraid to leave. He doesn't love me, but he doesn't want to go through with the effort required to do this thing.
I don't know, either he'll have to say something, or he'll have to be gone by the first. Someway, he'll have to face the clock running down.
I don't know this man. I don't want to be a part of this life he's chosen for himself. I miss my H, but he is gone, and for that I grieve. I trust God to know what is best. It's in His hands.
I'll keep you informed.
Hugs, Sun
"Tell me what you plan to do with your one wild and precious life." Mary Oliver
