Another unsurprising evening. Beats the alternative for sure.
Felt a little resentment at W tonight. W was certainly pleasant this evening. Very talkative. She made the pizza tonight (we always do pizza and a movie with the kids on friday night) and, as with most bread products (we and our friends have a running joke about this), she left the pizza in too long. Kinda crunchy. I just laughed about it, said don't worry about it, and then choked down a copule of pieces.
It is strange to spend an evening with my W b/c she acts more an more like my W, not the alien she has not been in a while. She acts like my W right up until it's time to go to bed, then we retreat to our seperate corners of the ring. No sign she has any interest in moving back to "our" room (I refuse to call it the master unless I have to). It doesn't affect me terribly, but admittedly, I wish she would move back to our room. But, I think I can wait. Maybe.
Man, the love bucket is quite dry and empty. I have almost forgotten what it feels like to be loved by her. And that is sad to say, but it's true.
Well, at least I now know I love myself, whether she does or not.
