Well, this is my last week in the condo I'm living. I will move back home next weekend.

My mind is racing about this. I mean on one hand - she claims the main motivation is financial. I can see that part of it. But she did propose it and said that she will be glad to have me move back.

I am looking forward to being around my kids more although I think they came through this separation relatively unscathed. A huge bonus to it was that our youngest got over this tendency to be a momma's boy and learn to come to me a lot more.

The weekend was pretty routine for us. All good interactions for the most part. She asked me a couple times about the move back and stuff.

Here's the rub though. As it stands now there is nothing to suggest that she is moving forward on anything. No physical interactions and not really even spend any time alone together. No mention of it either.

I assume the sleeping arrangements will be separate rooms. But no real mention of it.

I want to give her time to work through things, but then again I have my needs as well. so far, I don't have much resentment or anger toward her for the lack of any movement. (I used to feel it a lot). I've done a great job of detaching this last month. I'm not reading much into the small things she does on a daily basis. I've also increased my running - my GAL.

I don't know where this goes from here.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
--Jean Jacques Rousseau.