Ahhhh-my computer's finally all rehooked up now, in a new spot. H moved the last of his big stuff out last night. And I spent all of yesterday organizing and rearranging. Looked through all my old photos--happy to see what a interesting life I've led so far, a little sad over the ones with H. We looked so happy then. Oh, well--there are more adventures ahead, with or without him. : )
My place is a little bare, but it's looking good and bigger with more open space. I have much more to do, cause H's move displaced nearly everything. Those are my weekend plans--getting this place livable again.
H and I have been getting along pretty well during the moving.
Good signs:
H asked if anyone was using the garage space that we gave up when he moved out. He concocted some story at the time that would be easy to go back on in our landlord's mind if he (and the car) wanted to move back in/we were to reconcile. So, it was interesting that he is still thinking about that garage space. It's no use to him where he lives now.
He said that he does want some of our wedding/honeymoon photos after all.
He went out of his way to thank me for helping him move. (Contacted me after he left.)
We shared food, talked, and joked around.
We hugged. : )
I tested the waters about asking him what I could do to change, and I think I'm gonna go for it (make it an excuse to hang out) because he reacted well--he actually started to defend me. "Everybody gets frustrated sometimes." (He should know!)
Bad signs:
The apartment he chose to move in to sounds, in a word, really crappy. I seriously don't understand what happened to his decision-making skills--it's like he's punishing himself with every new decision that he makes. He says it's to save money, but he could find something MUCH better for the money he's paying (only about $200 less than what I pay). The place has one solitary kitchen drawer, no heat (a plug in space heater!) and is less than half the size of our apartment, with no closets. He's also currently sleeping on an air mattress.
I really don't know how to act/feel about his new living space. I hate the idea of him there! I know I can't control or try to "help", but it really hurts me to think of him living there. I haven't seen the place yet, maybe if I actually see it I will feel better.
It is in the shelter of each other that people live.--Irish proverb
