Decided yesterday to cut back on my activities. I am recording secretary for son's scout troop committee, and have dropped that participation. I missed over half the meetings, and not once have I been asked for the minutes I took, so I decided that was the easiest to cut. It frees up a family night as well, even though it's only once a month. Son is still active in the troop, and that's once a week, but that also serves to free up time for H and I, if I can make it so. Still plagued by worries about the future, can't seem to shake that monkey from my back. There is no reason, but it seems to be set off quick. For instanct, called H on the way home last night, to see if he could pick up dog food. I was taking son to scouts. H was short on the phone. Now, he was gone from work, so he probably was with someone or in a project, but I thought the worst. H did call back a few minutes later, and asked if I wanted him to pick up a bottle of wine as well (my vice of choice). He was home waiting, and we had a great night. I have no reason to think he's not okay at home, but I still would like to know what happened in his head and his heart last May. I still would like to know what role OW is playing in his life and his heart. Oh well, I can't have everything, and I'd rather have H the way he's behaving now than answers.
