Good Morning One and All and especially to the two lovely ladies with the advice.
Question. Who is hitting me with a 2x4
And a stack of clarifications now that the fuzz has cleared.
I went to the Pizza place on the invite of go-between. I asked if it was "busy" with "people" before I went. go-between assured me that all was quiet on the western front - so I went. I wanted to congratulate the owner (a friend) on his reopening. And I actually felt very relaxed in going there. Whatever I found.
I don't know how I gave the impression it was the W or even "friend" that invited me.
The text to go-between was from "friend" who was sitting alone in her local miles away. She was lonely and was trying to get people to go through to her. Lonely because she said W was working!
Go-between replied that she was at Pizza place. I was there and to come through here. She didn't - shame - would have been "nice" to have seen her. Still very relaxed about meeting her either accidentally or any other way. She's lost all of her dominance over me.
Going to my local was the best thing I could have done (not overdoing the visits - once or twice a week). The English Guys were there. The ones "friend" throws herself on. Who are my friends as well. We [u]all[/] had a great time. Talking cr@p, shouting at the Rugby. This is probably the first time I'm been "in" with the crowd. And it felt very normal and very empowering. One one fear gone, done and dusted. Even the one I've been warned about (call him T) was chatting. The W or M wasn't mentioned once. No manipulations by either party.
I came home, made a stack of toasted bacon sandwich's Changed the bedding (can't have been that drunk). Ever tried wrestling a duvet into a new cover while under the influence. AND it was the right way round
Tried to type (and read).
Serenity - Why the impression that I'm playing her game? Am I missing something because I'm to close?
I agree with you wholeheartedly with the WAS being unhappy.
And now - back onto the roller-coaster - up up and away
Will pop along to see you girls (and boys) when the throbbing stops
Just had a call on the landline from a guy looking for W - even though he got her first name wrong.
Called him back and asked what it was about. He said he works(or she works? that can't be right) for a bank and it was a banking matter. Calling on a Sunday morning at 9:15!
Strange stuff going on here.
I really want to ask her about all these calls and letters and.... But I won't.
I'm becoming more and more convinced that her sitch is more of a mess than mine is.
Let me rephrase that. My sitch is crystal clear in my mind.
Hers is hers but I have a feeling that is getting stronger every time I get one of these calls that finances are an issue with her. And it had a part to play in this sorry state.
Really want to connect. REALLY want to connect and find out what's going on in her pretty head. These phone calls mean something. Pressure for her.
Been throwing out the invites for Thursday left right and center.
Had a good response from an old friend I haven't seen for years (properly). We did meet at the funeral 5 weeks ago. She asked if we'd sorted things out yet. I said no. She was quiet shocked and said we would talk on Thursday.
