Called H today to discuss insurance and taxes. Went to voicemail, so I left a brief message. (I hate caller ID). Tried to call a while later- I had an afternoon appointment and thought I'd give it one more try. Voicemail again, so I hung up. He called back, two minutes later, apolgizing for leaving his phone elsewhere. Uh-huh.
I asked about a class he was taking, and he proceeded to talk about the class for 10 minutes or so, and how difficult it was. I told him that I kind of understood that, because I have just begun a new challenge that I thought would be easy. But it's not as easy as I thought. (I adopted a cockatiel and a parrot- and I have never had a bird before, let alone two talkers!) I found it a bit interesting that I mentioned the bird "foster parent" several times and he wanted to know WHO the foster parent was. I just responded, "A guy who takes abandoned birds and finds homes for them"... which is true. Nobody special to me. But did I hear a hint of possible jealousy? ( After all, I have lost a bit of weight, look great, feel great, GAL... you know the drill). I didn't tell him that I signed up for a class myself.... belly dancing! He'd probably have a stroke if I mentioned that! LOL
So, I feel that the conversation went pretty well, considering. We did agree to do the taxes together "sometime in February. We'll figure something out." (his words) And he is keeping me on his insurance for awhile longer. For that I am grateful.
And though I am tired of being in limbo, and I wish I knew SOMETHING concrete, I am not giving up. Even though our papers have my signature on them, I am not giving up. He means too too much to me, and my heart.
