H looked like he has something to say. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom as I folded clothes for like 20 minutes. I asked if he wanted to talk, and he said no. So, I continued to fold and talk to dogs. H finally fell down on bed and just lay there. My dog was being a pain, wouldn't stop talking. (Woo woo woo momma...) After about another 10 minutes, I had to take him outside and put him to bed. He was driving me nuts. So, I told H "It is obvious you have something on your mind. I'm here for you if you want to talk. Right now, I am going to take Richter outside and then put him to bed. I will be right back."
Well, I wish I hadn't done that, I think he was close to opening up. But, when I got back, H was on the PS2 and not one more word was mentioned.
Oh well, I guess I will have to be... what was that word again? Pat... pat something.
Anyway, nothing spectacular today. Hug goodbye, with another hug later and a kiss on the cheek. No real baby steps, just a routine. But at least the routine is a nice routine and not the old one of bad feelings and anger before he left for work.
In our sleep, H put his hand on mine. I think he meant to put his arm around me and my hand just happened to be there. But he didn't remove his hand from laying on top of mine. Then, closer to morning, he did the same thing, and as he was half awake, he recoiled. It's so frustrating.
