Strange indeed snodderly! I think you are exactly right about him not feeling comfortable in his own skin. Don't worry about the Christmas tree cutting down, I went out there Sunday afternoon and H came out and we decided those trees won't work, they aren't full, pretty scrawny, and a couple are really dry. H told me he "will goes halves with me on a tree if I want one that bad." That shocked the heck out of me!
TVS~ I'm sorry to hear all you had to go through to have children, it really does svck and all the testing is no fun, and waaaay too many people get familiar with all your parts! It's just nice to know that someone else understands the emotional pain of all that. Trust me I used to give pregnant woman the looks too, and the program that I work for has a LOT of what I would call unfit parents.... you know smoking the entire pregnancy, drugs.... third baby to third guy, etc.... geez no wonder I was depressed!
Also thank you for your encouraging words TVS, I do still believe/hope I will be a mom someday, even if that may seem stupid to other people, I don't really care what they think. All things are possible with God.
So on a different note, in a effort to focus on me I finally went to this local place that offers yoga classes and took their beginners class tonight! I LOVED it, it was so relaxing, and nice to not think about anything except that moment! I plan on going back next week.
I just got home a bit ago and H isn't here, it's his sister's birthday, so I'm sure he had to go do whatever super special thing was planned *rolling eyes*.
I think it was T who once said it's the emotional that hurts the most, and he sure is right. I was thinking about it, 13 months and none of my in laws (except FIL who no one else acknowledges) has made any effort to contact me, and they all go on with life as normal, as if I don't exist, as if I was never with H. I really don't understand how people can be like that.
Maybe all this time with his fam will help him see the unresolved issues he has to deal with there, in that dysfunctional mess, IDK. The puppet master (his mom) sure does like to make these puppets dance.....
So I'm not focusing on that, not my problem.... deep cleansing breath...... back to my happy yoga zen....
