Well, guess this my OFFICIAL new thread since my H seems to have moved back in.
It's sort of strange the way it's happened. No pomp and circumstance...no trumpets blaring...no marching band, no confetti or balloons falling from the ceiling, nothing.
There I was, sitting at the computer around 3:30 this afternoon, when the back door opens and in walks H, like it was any regular old day. He yells, "Hello!" down the hall to me and immediately proceeds out the back door to continue the work of the hurricane clean up.
I went out to talk to him, before having to get dressed and ready for work tonight, and decided to ask him if he'd told the woman he rents from that he's moving out. "No," he says, "I'll talk to her tomorrow." "Don't you need to give her some notice that you're leaving so she'll be able to find a new tenant?" I ask. "No. She'll find someone, it's not like she needs the money." Oh well I thought, not very considerate...but very much my H.
So I guess over the course of this week he'll bring the rest of his stuff home.
I think the weirdest part was that for a MAJOR change in our situation, it all seemed a bit too uneventful. T2
