I will recall what I can of last night before I even try to make sense of any of it.
After I got off here, I ordered pizza and watched TV. I guess I went to bed about midnight.
The phone rang at 3:11 a.m. It was J (Mr. A). I don't know why but exact times are really important to me...
J: Hey, what are you up to - besides sleeping? Me: Um, nothing. J: Have you got plans for tomorrow? Me: No... J: You don't have to be up early? Me: No, where are you? J: I'm at Ted's. I could be there in 20 minutes. Should I come over? Me: Uhhh... J: What's wrong? Me: Um, it's been kind of a hard week... J: Come on... Me: Uh, I dunno.... J: We wouldn't have to "git nazty" - I could just come over. Come on. I could be there in 20 minutes. Me: You sure? J: Yeah. Come on. Me: Uh, ok. J: Ok, see you soon.
30 minutes later I am sitting on the front porch and J pulls up. He parks the car in front of the house next door. (Note: Since we separated he seems to hate to park in the driveway. What's up with that? But I parked all askew when I got home yesterday (because I wasn't expecting any visitors!), so there was no room for him anyway!)
The phone rings again at 3:42 a.m.:
J: Are you gonna let me in? Me: I'm sitting outside! J: Oh, ok. Be right in.
So he comes in the door - hi, hi - and moves right in for the kill. I pushed him back. We're really close but not touching and he's trying to move in. I say, let's sit down. We go sit on the couch.
