Well, just wanted to share a little screw up I had last night...not sure how she may have looked at it.
Long story, short...will try anyway....stayed focused on the house yesterday while she was at work...ran some errands for her and I, both...talked to a contractor about work that needed to be done, work that she has wanted done for a long time now....picked up dinner, which she ended up getting ready and having on the table, while I finished talking to the contractor.
She asked me if I wanted a drink with dinner...we chatted about the day, the house and the work that we need to do. She talked about what she wanted and how she could not wait to "get these things done"....
I was waiting for a comment or question again about why I wanted to be a part of this if we were not to be together, but it never came. She seems happy to see some progress, even if some of it is just plans to get it done.....has she just accepted what I have been telling her? I will make sure everything is right and not fight you...it's your time frame and your decision when the time comes to separate.
Anyway....one thing leads to another and we had more drinks, played a table game, chatted, laughed and had a wonderful evening.
The conversation turned to men and women and looks and personalities and we talked about attraction....she talked about how I used to be this "big happy teddy bear" when we met and that is what attracted her to me.....and I looked at her and literally broke down into a sobbing crying mess, with no warning....stress, alcohol.....it only lasted a minute and I got myself under control.
She got up and came over to me, hugged me wiped my tears away and kissed me. I regained my composure, apologized and it was over. I tried not to dwell on it and we went about our game and continued chatting.
Her mood did not vary...we were still having fun, we ended up having a wonderful intimate crazy night and I am pretty sure I did not feel and change in attitude this morning.
Just wanted to share that...feeling a little stupid this morning.