Well, I handled it. I went and collected him from his shop to go out for lunch, and I calmly brought up that I'd seen it, and that it was really important to me that I not introduce any more drama into my life. I said that if this was something he thought might happen after he got home, then we need to go ahead and file the documents for legal separation. I didn't yell; I didn't go psycho. I just told him how I felt - and I told him what I did. He wasn't angry - he came and hung out at the house for awhile and snuggled with me. And he listened to me, and just let me talk. I told him I realized it wasn't an ongoing thing, but I just didn't want to go back to where we were. Sorry, no Bob in evidence here. Surprisingly, his move-in is still a go! I'm lucky he's trying as hard as I am right now. Sigh of relief, Myrrh
One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.
