So, I did have an atypical interaction with my W last Sunday. Who knows if it'll lead to anything. Realistically, it could lead to something good, something bad, or nothing at all. There. I have it covered.
My W dropped my S off at the house on Sunday evening. She was early (which is rare BTW) so she got there about 3 minutes before I got home from running some errands. She had mentioned something the previous Friday about trying a new church with her Mom and sister. I followed up on it. She mentioned she wasn't feeling well and didn't go. She had gone to bed about 9pm and didn't get up until after 10am on Sunday. She was complaining about swelling of her hands and feet and sickness to her stomach.
On her way out, she asked if she could refill her water for the trip home. She got and remarked how clean the house was compared to her place. I just said, "Thanks!". She went on to say how she really needs to make some changes in her life. She's overweight, not eating healthy, and really doesn't feel good much of the time. I don't know if this was the best thing to say and it probably wasn't, but I mentioned how I felt better now physically than when I was in my 30s. I had intended it as encouragement for her to start doing a better job of taking care of herself. She then went on made a remark how I now have all of these friends, and I'm the one with all the friends and she has no friends. <-- That one got to me. It broke my heart. I know you reap what you sow, but it saddens me she has to learn the hard lessons.
She had asked for a box of Halloween decorations and helped her carry it to her car. We continued our discussion. She really seemed to be worried about her health. She again mentioned needing to make some changes and maybe getting involved in a church in her area and making some friends.
BTW - for those following along, the house she'd put an offer in fell through due to what the inspection turned up.
Anyway, I don't know where this is heading if anywhere at all. I've sort of been before.
The facts are she's not moving the D along as fast she intimated she wanted when this whole mess started, but she's also not blatantly moving back toward me.
It seems like the detachment, ambivalence, and heck even the being done all come and go in phases.
<-- That one got to me. It broke my heart. 
