After weeks of no phone calls, H calls me tonight on his way "home" (to his apartment). H was very nice and really chatty and didn't ask to speak with the kids, talked to me for 25 minutes.
Asked how my Easter was. He volunteered to make his visitation with the kids more scheduled so that I could make plans. I thanked him for being considerate. Then I mentioned that next week was a difficult week schedule-wise for the kids. He said he'd do what he could to help drive them at least one day. I told him I'd look over the week and let him know which were my worst days and if he could help, that would be great.
All-in-all I feel like it was a pleasant conversation. I tried to be pleasant and not pursue, and I felt like I accomplished both of those tasks. He did remind me of my "old" H, not the alien abducted one.
However, this call made me miss him all over again and have expectations. Gosh, I hate that!!
Me: 42 H: 44 M: 17 1/2 T: 19 1/2 S: 14 D: 10 D: 8 Dog: 16-17 (very old & H's responsibility, live w/ me) 1st Bomb (I need space): 2/3/12 2nd Bomb (ILYBNILWY): 2/11/12 Moved out: 2/12/12
