I walked in just as she was changing yesterday. With all of the confidence in the world, I sat on the edge of "her" bed, grabbed her and started kissing her stomach. (her shirt was off) She kissed my mouth. I pulled her on the bed and we just kissed and talked for a while.
She talked about how surreal this is. She put a bid on that house today. She said she loves me and is so sorry that "she is going through this." She said she can't imagine how I must feel or how she would feel in my shoes. She said I have been amazing through this and how she feels so much more comfortable with me recently.
I told her that I have put a great deal of effort into trying to figure out how she must feel and that I am sorry she is going through it too. I told her that we will do much better with eachother if we did try to think of the other's perspective more often.
It was very playful with some serious talk mixed in. She really seemed to like it.
She had been getting ready to leave so the kissing and talk didn't go any further.
She asked if I wanted to see the place that she was bidding on. I told her no.
She left. She was supposed to leave S's booster seat when she left (State law mandates boosters until 8 here). I called her cell phone to ask where the seat was. She forgot to leave it, because she was 'distracted.' Hee He.
She came home a few hours later. She gave me a hug and held on to me for a while. I didn't pursue any further.
Fast forward to this morning.
I went in S's room and kissed him good bye as I always do. W called me into "her" room and reached out for a hug when I walked in. (I have walked right by "her" room without a word for months).
I kissed her cheek. She kissed my lips. A bunch. She held the hug for a long time. I said "have a good day" and so did she. I left leaving her wanting more.
Moral of the story? I don't freaking know.
I am sure she's still moving out, but at least she's seeing me in a different light. She is seeing this as something that "she" is going through right now as opposed to "me" being an A-hole.
Through all of that, I still don't have much for expectations believe it or not.
Me: 35 W: 31 S:9 M: 10 years Together 13 MySitch - Ups & Downs She moved out the day before Thanksgiving 2009, over 13 months post-bomb.
