A couple of days ago, as I was searching for a some documents, I noticed something missing from my bedside table.
Several months ago, I'd mentioned on the bb that my H had given me two photo's, one of OW and the other of himself and OW. He did this upon my request and as a good will gesture.
Well as I was scrambling through my bedside drawer where I'd kept those two photo's all these months, I noticed that one of them was missing - it was the one of the both of them. This morning I approached my H, sat on his lap and asked him if he knew anything about the missing photo.
I made sure that I had an air of friendly confidence around me before asking this question.
He assured me that he had not taken it, suggested that perhaps it had fallen through the back, and then with a look of amazement said, "You still have those?" "Don't you think it's time to shread them?" I calmly replied, "I will, in my own time."
I kissed him several times on the face and neck and told him that I loved him. His face melted with relief and then I changed the subject to something else completely - and it was over.
Parts of me that have been left outside on a cold bench for way too long are now finding their way back into our home.
I'm pleasantly surprised by my H's acceptance and co-operation with these sort of conversations. For me, this is a visible benchmark of our progress.
