Well, we're on a plateau. H has been very pleasant to be with, home as expected, phoning me with his plans, etc. I have been comfortable around him, and have been able to keep "paranoid Kelli" at bay. On the negative side, H is not making overtures toward me. I'm the one to invite him to lunch, I'm the one to say ILY, etc. Tonight is a bad memory moment. We've been invited to a party by friends, and when we were there last January, I got trashed, walked out in the snow barefoot, to curl up on the floor of the truck and told my sister to take care of my baby so I could die. One of the lower moments. I wonder if H remembers it at all? I wonder if he has these types of memories as well?
