Another weekend gone... no real change. We had dinner with friends on Friday night. Saturday we had breakfast and went to the C. I told H that I wasn't looking forward to it. I asked him if he'd hold my hand during the session, if he wanted to. He seemed to think that was a nice idea, but then he didn't until about half-way through. I always make a point of touching him on the shoulder, regardless of what he's saying. I think that's a nice reminder for both of us of why we're there. C seemed to think we were doing pretty good. I think she's ready to graduate us to some new concept. We'll see next month.
After that we went home and did our taxes. H was all worried that his tax sitch was going to cost me money, so he wanted to do the return however I would get the most money back, and he wanted me to keep it all. I was more interested in havaing it be about "our" taxes and not his or mine, so I kept delaying the decision. He told me that he thought I was stalling on purpose; and I said, "So what if I am as long as I get my way." He wasn't amused, but he let us defer the decision. Turned out that although I had paid all of the taxes last year, he brought a deduction to the table that more than doubled our return. He asked me what I wanted to do, and I told him that I'd rather split it with him 50/50 than try to figure out who deserved what money. So we split it.

I never noticed before, but H and I seem to get the same thrill out of doing these financial things. We turned a three hour tax return into two days of number crunching just because we both wanted to understand every part of it. We kept switching places to play with the tax software. H did most of it anyway, while I cleaned out my file cabinets, washed the laundry, changed the sheets, and bathed the dogs. We were both pretty exhausted by the end of the weekend.

We went out Sunday evening to get cappucinos and read the newspaper. The weather was beautiful and it was nice to get out of the house.

This weekend I asked H if he was ever going to live with me again, then realized I'd asked him that a few weeks ago. So I quickly said, "Oh, I already asked you that and you said you didn't know." He sighed and shook his head, "I'm f##ed up." I gave him a quick hug and made a joke about it. In retrospect, I should have asked him what the heck that means. Oh well, I'll probably ask him in a few weeks anyway.


"A man's character is his fate." -- Heraclitus