More journaling, last night we had hot dogs and I asked my wife how many buns she needed, she said 3. I took one out of the package and said "here's one, and here are the other two" and wiggled my butt at her. She slapped it hard. Now this may sound like a silly story, but it's shades of our old relationship rather than the "walking on eggs" situation we've had for the past few months. Things have definitely become more relaxed the last few weeks. Of course I'm not happy she's leaving, but at least it's on good terms and will pave the way for a continued friendship that will hopefully eventually lead to R.
