The stbx and I had a lot of contact this past weekend and it was all very pleasant... perhaps too pleasant.
This past weekend was to be my first full weekend alone away from the stbx and D8 since they moved out Sept 1st. I got home from work on Friday, mowed the lawn, cleaned up, and within 30 minutes I felt bored, lonely, and lost. I had been enjoying the alone time earlier this month, perhaps because I was in denial or maybe in shock.
Anyway, I tried to keep busy watching TV and relaxing on the patio and around midnight I got a text from the stbx asking if I was still up.
I agonized whether to respond immediately but since it was so late, I felt that something might be wrong.
After 15 minutes I responded that I was indeed up, and she then asked if her and my D8 could spend the night. I asked her why she would want to do that and she replied that they were down the street at a restaurant close to the house and that she was too tired to drive to her apartment which is 10 miles away. I assumed that really meant she had too much to drink, since we used to like to drink lots of beer there when we would go together.
I then scolded her for having our D8 up and out so late and she said that she was actually at a neighbor's house and that she was at the restaurant with her team.
What I should have offered was to get my D8 and tell my stbx that she's on her own, but of course I am too nice of a guy and still love her, so I told her to come on over.
They arrived, we put D8 to bed, and her and I stayed up for 15 minutes and talked. It was pleasant and I was glad to see her since I hadn't seen her in a few days.
She went to the guest room to sleep and I went to bed.
The next morning I got up early and went outside to trim the bushes. It was a FIVE HOUR project!!
She came outside to chat occasionally and they hung around the house all morning and afternoon. Later in the afternoon she asked me if I wanted to go to a baseball game as a family and I said sure. When I was done with the yard work and cleaned up, she informed me that she could only find two tickets and didn't know if she should buy them or not. I told her to go ahead and take D8 since it's her weekend anyway. She said she felt bad but went ahead and bought them. About 30 minutes later she told me the plans changed and that she found a sitter for D8 and that her and I were going. I was stunned, excited, and confused all at the same time. We went to the game and had a BLAST... we even got on the jumbo tron! LOL
After the game we stopped at a sports bar for a quick bite to eat and talked quite a bit... it was all nice and pleasant. We even discussed how well we were getting along and how much fun we were having.
We got home and they spent the night again.
On Sunday morning they hung around the house again and left about noon to clean up and go to a birthday party. After the party, they showed up at the house again and we ended up going out for dinner. And they spent the night again for the third night in a row.
Even on Monday, they came to the house after school and work, we went out to eat, and then they left to go to the apartment. We sat in a booth during dinner and she sat very close to me and our arms and bodies touched quite a bit.
There was never any talk about reconciliation or anything else serious, we just were ourselves and had fun. However at one point last night before leaving, she mentioned that we needed to work on our inventory for the attorneys.
I am not sure how to interpret the past 4 days. There was a lot of fun, pleasant conversation, and plenty of physical touch, but she mentioned the inventory and once she mentioned moving into another apartment.
I really enjoy all positive contact with her since I still love her, but I sometimes wonder if I should just block her off and detach more. We sometimes go a few days with minimal contact and I start to feel detached in a good way, but then I let her walk back into my life for a few days... and when we have fun, I start to get attached again.
Oh, on another positive note, she finally went to the family doctor yesterday to talk about her unhappiness and rage. I've been telling her all summer that something was "off" and that her personality changes sometimes at the snap of a finger. When she stopped by last night, I didn't ask what the outcome was since I didn't want to appear to be gloating that she finally went.
Me: 43 W: 37 Together: 18 M: 15 D: 8 yrs old ILYBNILWY: March 2011 She Filed for D: August 2011 She moved out: Sept 1, 2011 Reconciled: May 2012 Divorce Case dropped: July 2012
