Then I left to go to the Krav Maga studio. When I came back, she was drying her freshly painted nails by leaning over our ottoman in front of the TV. And sure as hell, she was wiggling her ass. I almost videotaped it with my iPhone.
After a minute, I said I was going to bed, and she came up about five minutes later and started reading a book like I was. She fell asleep pretty quickly, but she tossed and turned all night.
This morning, I woke up to start on the book, and she had also gotten up to do her workout. She came in several times to my office to talk about budgets, how we could save money, lots of little things. I listened, and gave her my opinion when she asked. She was jittery, like she had too much coffee (she doesn't drink coffee or Coke). Just nervous energy. Some of the ideas she had included not buying her any more booze; said it was self-medicating and expensive and a lot of calories. You could have knocked me over with a feather. This is the woman who has been buying $10 pomegranate martinis like Prohibition was coming anytime.
Then she finally starts heading out the door. Says she'll see me at our 10am MC session. And then it really got interesting...
She expected me to get up and give her a goodbye hug. I've initiated EVERY physical contact, hugs, cuddling, holding hands. EVERY one.
She walked over and gave me a hug while I was sitting at my desk. First emotionally important physical contact that she's initiated since the Bomb in June.
