More bad memories. H mentioned yesterday he was going to fly down and close on the sale of his mother's house, ship the remaining stuff home and fly back. Said he wanted about 4 days to take care of things. It's not going to take 4 days - two at the most. Driving, there was a reason for me to come along, to share the time behind the wheel. When he flew down last time - when his mother died - he left first, with the notice she was very ill, and not responding well. The day he left, I found a search for escort services on the internet at home. Never mentioned it then. Last night, it was on my mind. He asked what was wrong, and I told him "just dealing with a bad memory" and finally told him. He said "Don't worry about it. Go to sleep." I did get over it my morning, but he's sure got something on his mind now.
