Thanks, 2. I could always afford to be more positive in a situation like this!
X-mas weekend was awesome. Lots of great food, great visits with people (especially little sis), and great presents. I got quite a bit of money (which will mostly go to new clothes -- no more baggy, ill-fitting pants) and one of the new Kindles, an upgrade from my old one. I'll be giving the old one to my little sis, who also loves to read. Conditions on the road to and from were excellent.
W texted me today to ask when I would be stopping by to pick up the rabbit. I thought this was strange as she had originally told me that she would be leaving early this morning, but I answered around 4.
When I got there, I found that W was still there -- apparently, her flight would not be until much later in the night. I couldn't help but notice that W seemed unhappy. Not quite the summery demeanor that she had on Friday -- I chalked it up to the fact that she had to say goodbye to the rabbit and/or her folks, but who really knows. I adopted a very headstrong, "act-as-if" kind of demeanor and did not try to ask too many questions.
This was our brief exchange.
M: Hope the rabbit wasn't too much trouble.
W: Oh, no, he was fine. Did you have a good Christmas?
M: Yes, yes I did. Great food, great visits...you know.
W: Yeah. Sorry we couldn't keep the rabbit longer.
M: Yeah, I know you don't get to see him that often...
W: No, I meant so you could visit your family longer.
M: It's fine. I had to come back and do some stuff anyway. [My counseling appt. is tomorrow]
W: What kind of stuff?
M: Oh, you know, errands and things. Taking care of business.
W (sounding annoyed): I'm not sure what that means but okay. [folding her arms and looking at me in a way that I know means "I'm wondering about you"] I have to tell you that it doesn't look like you're eating enough.
M: I am. I just eat a lot healthier.
W: No, you look like you're not eating what you should. [pointing at my face] I can see your cheek bones.
M: No, really, I'm fine. I just eat good stuff and work out a lot.
W: Okay.
M: I'm going to get going then. Have a great flight.
W also gave me lettuce that had been bought specifically for the rabbit. There was a lot left over. This was odd as I'm sure that the ILs could have easily used it up for salad.
I'll admit that I was concerned about W's comment. I can see my cheekbones since my cheeks have sunk a little, and I can easily see my ribs when I take off my shirt. But I don't think that I'm starving myself. I just recently went to the doctor. I'm sure that if something was wrong, either he or the nurse would have told me.
It almost feels like my W has to believe that I'm starving myself because I'm depressed or something. I'm not sure why I have that feeling. I just do.
