I haven't said anything in your thread here but I read it all the time. Great to hear that you're making progress. Don't be afraid of the "friendship" aspect and be patient with romance.
I would be happy just to move back into my bedroom instead of moving out.
I am getting bombarded with W texts right now from her vacation spot. Only 2 hours and she can't stop telling me about our "kids" swimming.
I'm very glad for you my friend. I'm running my 4th month in baby steps. Patience is a virtue.
I just don't know. Now I feel like a WAS since I'm the one who knows what they want, wants to head there, and get moving! Life is too damn short for playing Hamlet for months on end.
I really worry about her settling for a loveless marriage. She could stay in a safe home, with financial security, and have tons of time with our daughters. Kind of like before the Bomb dropped. But you can't unring that bell, and I won't live in a loveless marriage.
I want a wife who is interested in me, not because I give her lots of attention or listen well, but because she thinks I'm the cat's pajamas. Someone who's pulse quickens when I walk in the room. Someone who isn't afraid of being loved, or giving love. Someone who does things, not reads about others doing things.
It's hard to judge my wife right now, or to look in the recent past and see what she was like, since that was such a screwed up time for us. She's always liked someone taking care of her, and while I like doing my share and more of domestic stuff, and I love taking care of my girls, it'd be nice to have someone who was more involved with our lives than with the cast of Project Runway, or Ace of Cakes.
This has been a refreshing month. I bought some jeans yesterday, and I'm still thrilled that I can fit into a 34 waist. Spent some time working outside today, and my tan is looking good. I'm a reasonably attractive guy, in great shape, with a good, well paying job and two great kids. I like to cook, read, watch movies and the Seahawks. I'm trying something new everyday, eating a different food, driving a different route, doing a Costanza when appropriate.
Life is good.
If she doesn't want to come along for the ride, her loss. I'd love to have a copilot, but even without one, I'll still hit my destination.
