I might give away too much personal info to say exactly what I was volunteering at--but it was pretty much all-day manual labor. I could do nothing last night but drag myself home, eat dinner, watch Anchorman (yes, I own it!) and go to sleep.
Had an interesting conversation with H yesterday. I talked to my girlfriend who I wanted to do something with last night, and she said that we would all be getting together at a bar and H would be there, so she was reluctant to have me come, given how weird he's acted out with me and other friends since the split.
So, I called H and told him, very calmly, that I was concerned about either of us being excluded from social stuff with mutual friends, so he himself said I could come, it was fine. And I said, what I'm really concerned about is our friends being uncomfortable because they think YOU'RE uncomfortable. So, I asked him to please talk to a couple of them (our closest) and tell them that you're not uncomfortable, and please don't feel like you have to choose between us.
He fought me a bit, was p*ssed off at our friends for feeling uncomfortable (?!), and then finally, at the end, agreed to talk to them, so I thanked him and said I was really grateful.
After all that, I was too tired to even go out!
It is in the shelter of each other that people live.--Irish proverb
