Hey Fixer, I have to be a little bit careful about claiming this is my house because it WAS my house before H moved here. I get what you're saying though. While H was still spinning and sliding and planning his exit strategy I was 'the rock' that kept the place together and I was planning and moving forward with my own life. Took me a quite a while to get started though.
Gosh it sounds so vain saying that. I was the rock.
NNP, I have a hunch H would have been squirmy on the inside and not been able to run. He may even have made a reason to get up and go talk to someone. Maybe when there is a next time I'll 180 but for this time I was still feeling good that 1) he was there by surprise 2) he came to sit with me and 3) he didn't just sit like a bump, he was interactive with me. I mentioned that he let me know he was leaving because there has been so many times that we've been at the same place each with our own truck and he just left. I mirrored that behavior a few times.
Driving home one night this week H and I passed on the highway. No big deal, I used to call him and say hi when that happened. I don't anymore, we just wave at each other. My phone rang, it was H! wondered if I remembered to pick up dog food. Yupperree I did!
H is out of town part of this weekend. I've got my plans all made and I hope the 7 inches of snow isn't going to screw them up!
Live your life while you are still living. Riding the trail less traveled.