Relaxed weekend. H is drinking a tad too much still. It really picked up last year when the bomb dropped (gee, that was actually Sep 2002!), and has tapered off, but still alot. He's snoring on the floor every night by 9.
Spent Saturday with family everywhere, while H and BIL's fixed the septic system. Meant that things he said he wanted to do (take son shopping for boots) didn't happen. He did agree to go on Sunday, drove across town, and even stopped to look at rugs with me.
Interesting comment on Sunday, as we watched television. H asked if I had ever had my heart broken (came out of a television commercial) - "other than by me, I mean," he added. I replied "that's okay, you fixed it." I asked him the same, (last Jan he was crying on my shoulder because OW refused to see a married man anymore). He answered "I don't remember." Told him if he broke it again, I'd get pissed. He just glowered a bit.
If he can't take this teasing, he's not going to take direct questions. I have given myself a new deadline to let it rest until the 1 year mark of his amazing return - mother's day weekend.
I hope I'm filling his tank. Sometimes he looks discontent. Maybe it's just paranoid me looking for things to go wrong.
