Just journaling. W got home late and frustrated last night. I was fixing dinner and she got annoyed about how I'd marinated the fish. I just ignored her and focused on what I was doing. Later she complimented me. Oh these silly dances we do!
She stayed up late so I went to bed. When she finally joined me, I slid up next to her. After awhile, she moved a little closer, but nothing more.
Figured today would be the day she'd head back to her aunt's. I left for yoga class and then ran errands. Got back to discover all her stuff is still here. It's in suitcases on the floor, but she didn't take it. Guess she isn't ready to flee yet, even though things are awkward. Gee, I thought piecing would be easier. At least when we were separated I knew where we stood!
Bit of additional awkwardness when she brought up needing to send docs to OM. Last night I took a long walk and contemplated asking her to leave, that not knowing what was happening with OM was too difficult. In the end, I didn't say anything, but I don't know how to deal with that aspect - so far I've stuck it on my mental back burner.
Not much to do but continue with my own things and keep PMA! I have a roommate. Maybe one day she'll be my W again.
