H calls just as I'm getting ready to leave work yesterday and asks if I can pick S up...I said sure. I asked H if he was going to be home and he said "which one" and then said "you don't want me there anyway." He then told me he was just getting done with work and that he was going to look at a boat. I then said do you want do go out to eat and he said that's fine.
So we went out to eat, H was very quiet, very serious. No smart ass remarks to anything. When we ride in his truck, he knows I don't like the passenger window down--messes up my hair too much...so he kept putting it down, I'd put it back up he'd put it back down...so H was being playful. Did a few other playful things the rest of the night other than that he didn't have a whole lot to say to me nor a lot of eye contact.
Last night I did try to put myself in H's shoes or reverse the situation, me being the the one having the A and him being the left behind. Ohhh myyy...how awful. I just can't imagine being there...for real... Which brings back my compassion, unconditional love for H once again!
Which brings back my compassion, unconditional love for H once again! 