So, Mon (evening), Tues, and Wed of this week were pretty good with my H. He was being affectionate and friendly. Acting "normal"...
Then, yesterday, I had to take off work to do some stuff....and then, was home for the rest of the day....and guess what? He didn't bother to come home after work yesterday morning. He knew I was going to be there....so he didn't come home.
I was upset (to myself) for a bit, then I went outside and worked on some fence and then, went for a run and felt much better.
I curled my hair and dressed up for my sons' football games and got ready to go by myself, as if H wasn't going to show up. I was getting into the car to leave when H pulled up. He seemed a bit taken by surprise that I was just leaving without seeing if he was going.
I didn't want to miss the first game, so I politely told him I'd meet him there. Once he got there, we sat together in the stands for about 4 hours during the games and visited and joked a bit. He did mention once that he just needed space away yesterday to "think" and that he hoped I understood. I just acted like it was no big deal.
He noticed that I was dressed up. And he noticed that I had my college class ring on. He brought it up. I used to always wear it and my wedding ring. Until September, when H hid my wedding ring...and then, asked me to stop wearing it.
He said, "I've always loved that ring on you." I said, "Yep, I decided there's no reason why I can't wear it." He said, "I never said you couldn't wear your wedding ring, too." And I just smiled and changed the subject....because we BOTH know he did say it.
He had to leave the last game to go to work. He said goodbye but no hugs, etc. and absolutely no touching or affection the whole time.
How can a guy go from hugs and kisses the day before to acting like my touch will melt him the next day???? FRUSTRATING! but, I did NOT let him know that I was frustrated. I smiled a big, warm, smile at him before he left and went back to watching the game.
He texted this morning about a couple of things on the kids. Who knows if he'll come home any today or this weekend?...but I'm taking a deep breath and telling myself that if he doesn't come home, it just gives me more time to work on me. I'm starting to feel a little bit like HE gets in MY way of me getting better sometimes, too.
