Hi Cinders- Thanks for stopping by and for the encouragement. This stage of it is hard but then really none of this is easy.
Yesterday morning I decided to call my H before before my family started to come over. I have to admit he is much better now at answering his phone when I call. I asked if he decided what he was going to do. He still couldn't decide! My H weighed his options painting a somewhat bleak picture if he were to spend the day with me and my family...then presented his much rosier case for flying to see his D. I told him to go to his D's because he wouldn't be happy unless he did. He talked about how if we are together, his "options" are taken away from him and he doesn't like that. I admit I got a bit frustrated during our conversation and I told him that we both need to admit that he isn't coming home any time soon and I want someone who wants to be with me. I also told him as nicely as I could that if you treat people like $h*t then some of your options will be taken away from you. He seemed surprised and annoyed by my comment asking if I think he treats me like $h*t. I said sometimes he does. He told me he had to get off the phone and that he would call me back. I said okay. He called back a little later and told me he figured it out. He said he would come to my house for my house for an early dinner (missing out on going to my father's for a later dinner) and then fly to his D's later in the afternoon. This was an option that he had suggested yesterday...I am not sure why he had to continue to agonize over it.
My H came over and saw my mother for the first time post bomb. Everything was fine...almost like nothing has happened in the last couple of years. It all felt really comfortable and my H even helped cook a little. Dinner turned out great if I must say so myself. Later, I asked my mother how it was with having him there. She said "it feels right". Surprisingly before my H left, he hugged and kissed me in front of everyone.
My H texted me when he got to the airport saying "today was fun". So is this more progress?
My H texted me again from his D's and said his XW was there and so drunk she was slurring her words...lovely!!!
My H weighed his options painting a somewhat bleak picture if he were to spend the day with me and my family...then presented his much rosier case for flying to see his D. I told him to go to his D's because he wouldn't be happy unless he did. He talked about how if we are together, his "options" are taken away from him and he doesn't like that. I admit I got a bit frustrated during our conversation and I told him that we both need to admit that he isn't coming home any time soon and I want someone who wants to be with me. I also told him as nicely as I could that if you treat people like $h*t then some of your options will be taken away from you. He seemed surprised and annoyed by my comment asking if I think he treats me like $h*t. I said sometimes he does. He told me he had to get off the phone and that he would call me back. I said okay. He called back a little later and told me he figured it out. He said he would come to my house for my house for an early dinner (missing out on going to my father's for a later dinner) and then fly to his D's later in the afternoon. This was an option that he had suggested yesterday...I am not sure why he had to continue to agonize over it.
