Snodderly - So I did drop the rope and left not-H in the living rm to twirl around while I invaded S's basement-brm. D18 made popcorn while I figured out their advanced home theater and we watched movies (with cute guys) in them, and ate fancy chocolate we found in their "man" fridge.
I didn't realize how cool they have it down there, no wonder they haven't moved out yet
I went upstairs a few hours later to find not-H pacing, going to the porch to smoke, and eating everything he can find. Luckily he runs thin or his 16yr old like eating habits would have made him 250lbs by now.
D18 and I made a shrimp dinner, sat with each other at the dinning rm table, and enjoyed Sunday dinner just the girls. H creeped in later, like a mouse these days, and scooped up the last of the risotto from the pot, so weird.
I guess he's facing some doozy's, I can hear him talking to himself, arguing and working out scenario's with hypothetical people. I can't let myself feel sorry for him, it back fires and hurts me, so dropping the rope is the best advice.
The past can't be ahead of you in the future. You don't have to figure it all out, just pick a direction. What's next...I don't know but I can't wait!
