A very, very strange and brief conversation with WAW this day.
The group we had an outing with last night is having a BBQ this evening, so WAW came into to ask me if I had plans. No, why? Then explains re: BBQ. Hey, sounds great. So we agree to meet at the BBQ (she has to attend a function this afternoon) with the kids.
Anything else? No. And WAW turns to do what WAW's do, walk-away, and then turns back crying.
WAW reviews the feelings of guilt, sadness. I agree with what you said about sleeping together -- that not sleeping together took away our intimacy.
SP: I think that's right. I mean, I didn't make it up. I read it. But it's good to know we're in agreement.
WAW continues with the feelings of guilt, sadness, "I just don't know how we got here," and etc. Then she says how she misses this thing we used to do every night (no, not THAT thing ya pervs!), and how a friend of hers once said that Friend wished, if she ever got married, she'd have a marriage like ours.
Now, some wise man on these boards once said that you don't jump to Cloud 9 when WAW says something nice, and you don't jump off a cliff when she says something mean, so I stayed put.
I validated. Offered some kindnesses. Nothing pushy. No endearments, just kind of cliches -- well, it will take us both some time to process, etc., etc.
We were then interrupted by D6, blessedly, who immediately cut the tension with "I have to poop and there's no toilet paper in the bathroom!" So we laughed and parted.
What an odd, odd thing for her to do. Why would she want to share those feelings with me and not enabling gf, who I've heard -- ad nauseum -- is her Best Friend Ever?
Strange, strange creatures these pod-people we call WAWs....
