Saw H at d13's games this weekend. We sat together. He brought me coffee on both days which was nice and just made small talk. He came over after her game on sunday and d13 was bored so he offered to take her out. They went mini golfing at to see his parents. I was truly happy they spent some time together. I think it was good for both of them and for me too. When H dropped her off he looked exhausted. The late nights must be catching up with him.
Anyway, fast forward to yesterday and H called me. He sounded like he was in a bad mood. He asked if the payment book for the mortgage came and I apologized as I forgot to give it to him and I told him exactly where it was. I hung up the phone with him thinking something set him off....but since it wasn't me...I really don't care.
So last night d13 had a game. We got home around 8 and I worked on the pool for a while and then went to bed. The house was hot so I turned the bedroom ac on (I usually don't because it is loud). I slept like a log.
I wake up this morning....and who is sleeping in his car in my driveway, H. I went over to the window and asked if he was ok. He said he sent me a tm but I didn't reply. Must have slept through it. He looked terrible and sounded awful, and then said sorry to bother you and pulled away.
I went and looked at my phone and sure enough a tm @ 2:30 am from him asking if he could come in. He must have waited for me to respond and passed out. Oh well. I think it may be good that I let him hang.
He tm'd me a little while later just saying sorry to bother me. I told him no bother and asked if he was ok. He said it didn't matter. I told him I never heard the phone and if it was important he could have come in. That was the last I heard from him. He must have went home to bed.
So I will sit back and not dwell on this. I am so busy with work and the kids, that I don't really care to play the game. I will leave the ball in H's court and hope that God calls the plays that I am looking for.
