Everything seems to be going quite well actually. H slept over again last night, and partly because I had to give him a "polite" kick in the a$$!
He called me while I was at work yesterday evening. The day before, H told me he was going to be working a double shift, so he wouldn't get off from work til 9pm, meaning he'd be here at the house by 10:15 or so after stopping at his place first. I said that's ok.
Well when he called yesterday, he asked if I was sure that I wanted him to come over. He thought 10:15 or so would be kind of late. I said if he moved back into the house, he would be coming and going at different hours anyway, so what was the difference? He said, "I know, but it's kind of an inconvenience, you know? I don't have a toothbrush, clothes, or anything else like that over there (our house)." I replied very friendly, "Well, it's not really all that hard to just stop and grab those things." H said, "Yeah, you're right.....Alright, I'll see you tonight then."
I don't know. More waffling?
Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward. ~ Joseph Campbell
I don't know. More waffling?
