"I Love you but love her too"....WHAT?

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HA! Linda, Yes, we did a get just a little tipsy but not until after we made a trip to the paint store. He asked me if I'd help him pick out some paint for the new house. I told him that I'd be happy to do that (thinking that if I didn't he might choose some awful color) so off we went. His mood had changed totally by the time he arrived so I wasn't dealing with what I thought I might.

When we came back he went out to the garage and picked up a few tools while I made Pina Coladas. We took them outside, sat on the patio and chatted. He kept telling me how nice I looked. We chatted about what needed to be done at the new house, the kids, work and then he wanted to know how my social life was. LOL I didn't have trouble this time, it rolled right off my lips! I said, My social life is exactly the way I want it. He asked me what I had done last night. I told him that I went to see a movie. Then I smiled kind of a wicked little smile. He had no response which is unusual for him. I changed the subject and we drank out drinks and shared a sandwich. He was here for about 2 hours. He said he had to get back and put some paint samples on the house before it got too dark. He told me to stop by for dinner tomorrow or the next day and told me again that I was welcome to come by anytime I wanted. When we got to the door I told him to have a good week at work. He turned around and grabbed the waistband of my slacks, pulled me in as close as he could, told me I looked good and gave me a big SMACK on the lips. LOL! It was the old h in living, breathing color. I laughed and said you do too, pulled back a little, smiled, gave him an old familiar look and turned to go back inside. He almost seemed embarrassed but touched my arm said that he'd see me tomorrow.

Snodderly, I had my chance to tell him that response that I couldn't think of after he left the last time he was here. He looked around MY house and noticed the changes that I'd made and said the house looked good. He said he felt as if he was camping and that the house seemed in disarray. I know that isn't true because he is kind of a stickler for keeping thing neat and clean. That's when I told him that he would feel more comfortable in his house after he had everything in order. He agreed but told me about a few more things that he would have to do before he'd feel that way. Mission accomplished! I don't think he's having a very good time there alone. His next step will be to encourage the ow to either come up for a visit or to invite her to move in with him. Oh well, if it has to happen, let it happen now instead of later. The sooner they live together, the sooner they'll either realize that the grass isn't greener or fall deeper into that fantasy world that they've created for themselves.

He had barely pulled out of the driveway when the phone rang. It was my D. We had an interesting conversation. She's in full agreement that if he's so determined to be with the ow then he should do it. Knowing him as she does but looking at it from a more neutral view, she believes that it will end rather quickly. The problem is, she hasn't been here for an extended period of time so she hasn't seen the behavior nor heard all of the nonsensical (is that a word) spew that has been coming out of his mouth. There are just some things you can't tell your kids! Anyway, it's our secret and she is up for the challenge.

I'm beat so off to bed for now with a renewed feeling of determination and resolve.