I love my dogs. 4am - Old Faithful Dog barks at the back door, I get up to let him out. 4:30am - OFD barks at back door, I get up to let him back in. 4:31am - OFD barks in living room to let me know Surfer Dog is now laying in OFD's spot. 4:32am - I go rearrange the dogs to their proper spots. H mumbles something from the couch. I go back to bed. 4:34am - Surfer Dog moves to lay in the hallway 4:35am - H walks down hallway to use the bathroom and mumbles about black dog laying in dark hallway and can't see him. 4:36am - H stops and looks out window and talks about the clear sky and bright stars. I tell him if he doesn't want to trip over the dog again then just come to bed instead of going back to couch. 4:36 1/2 am - H is in bed with me.
Lately if I've 'read' H right and mentioned to H about sleeping in bed he seems willing to be there. Yet, as much as I want to blurt out something about "just stop the couch crap and sleep in bed like a real H" I clam up instead. Can't quite bring myself to put myself out there again and face rejection again.
Live your life while you are still living. Riding the trail less traveled.