Well, I blew it. My first call to him during this mess. I was just a wrect last night and he is the only one I have ever turned to when I was in such a state. I was watching a movie where the parents died and the kids had to adjust and thinking, is that easier, dealing with a death, where the parents had no choice to leave you vs. this willing abandonment?
Anyway, I called at 11:15 and the cell was busy! Who is he talking to late at night? Her? Okay, assumptions, I know. He did eventually call back and we talked. he was kind. I did ask, is this what you really, really want? He said, that is what I'm tyring to figure out.
That Mars/Venus book hits it on the head, we females type just need to talk and feel listened to. We chit chatted and I calmed down and then said goodnight. He seemed mystified that I was better and there was no resolution. Told him all I needed was to talk.
So I have blown my strong image. To him and myself. At least the kids were asleep.
