I think I may have found what has sent my H into the Alien's tunnel the past couple of days....
We had a pretty nice evening last night. Went to bed as normal. When I woke up this morning, H was not in bed. Had left at some point in the night and went down to the couch.
He got up struggling with a bad mood, and said that he had not been able to sleep for the "usual reasons." I asked if he meant heart burn, and he yelled "NO." So I let it drop.
He got his temper back under control and I was helping him pack his lunch. Out of the blue he told me that the homeowner where they were working on Monday...(popsicle girl) had lost his W to cancer two years ago. He said that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer, been treated and been clear for 5 years, then relapsed and it was spread throughout her body and she died.
I asked, "do you think you couldn't sleep because you were thinking about that?" He said, "no, I was just mentioning it to you."
Yeah, sure.... Bingo! Another Ah-Ha moment. Why is it that he can't recognize the things that are causing his feelings????
I did say to him, you know, none of knows how much time we have, but I don't believe that is going to happen to me. I feel very good. Everything will be ok.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
