Journaling - update

So this morning I get a call. Who is on the other end but STBX. (OMG what a surprise as he does not call me unless it concerns the kids and certainly not in the morning). He asks me a rather peculiar question. I answer it.

He then says he wishes to drop by. ( Drop by? He lives no where near us to drop by). I said please give me an hour to get washed, dressed and eat breakfast, although if it's really necessary I can be ready in half that. He said he'd prefer sooner than later.

So, half an hour later he's at my door. I greet him. The the kids are all over him so I back off and go to the kitchen.

I turn around and here are three huge boxes.
You all remember that Blue ray system he installed the previous weekend? Apparently he isn't happy with it. In those boxes is a new multi-channel tuner, speakers, and yet another blue ray player.

I, and probably you reading this, am thinking - WTF?

He spends three hours installing it, and during it asks me if I'll go out and get some particular connectors/cables he's missing. I say sure, change my shirt ( it got dirty) and go. I bring back iced coffees for us both on the spur of the moment.
I tell him how appreciative I am of his kindness and thoughtfulness again. I tell him how astonished I am.

All through this installation I'm touching him in small ways, brushing his shoulder, getting him the proper tools, gave him a thank you kiss, rubbing some dirt off his forehead.

He finishes and then tells me that for optimal performance I'm going to need a new TV set. One with HDMI capability. ( He's still not happy with how everything hooked up and is performing.)

I say well I'll have to see what the paycheques look like as I've racked up a few bills. He says, "Yeah, me too."

I hug him goodbye.

Later he calls in the evening, and I say hello and listen, then say, here you go and pass the phone to one of my children.

I get a text. Child left his dad hanging on the other end of the phone and did not say goodbye or pass the phone on. So he's hearing everything but not getting any response. I text sorry, it appears our child got distracted and pass the phone to my oldest.
I get another text. He's wishing me a goodnight.

Are you just a little confused? I am.


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Me-51, WAS-52
Kids 2
M-26yrs, H.left 2009, 2 more Bomb drops, Reconnection spring 2013
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