A couple of good things over the weekend, and a couple of bad. First, the good. H finally redid the downstairs bathroom, so we've made progress on moving S14 from the small bedroom upstairs to converting the larger den with more space and privacy. He asked for help, and was easy to work with, even when I didn't read his mind with each step. H volunteered to pick up S after his CAP trip, usually I'm the one to go. (of course, I was halfway through coloring my hair when S called). On the down side, we went with friends to a wine tasting - loads of fun. Was kind of hoping for a one-on-one day, but still a good time. While we were waiting in his car, I started looking through his CD's. He has two new ones I hadn't noticed before. Don't know when they showed up because I spend very little time in his car. They were burned copies, and the handwriting looked like OW's. I just said "Since when did you listen to so-and-so?" "Oh, I like her.", H replied. I am so very tempted to ask him to give them back or throw them out. I guess I just really need the reassurance he's done with the whole mess. He still works with OW every day, sees her every day, and not a word about what their relationship is. On the drive home, H started feeling my breasts as he drove, and then stuck his hand down my sweater right on on the interstate. Do you suppose he's stupid enough to not realize how that looks, and how I would feel - cheap, totally without respect. I pulled his hand out, and said "this is not really the place", and H just then put both hands on the wheel.
