Well she hasn't moved out yet. But she started packing her toiletries and clothes last night so it's only a matter of time before she's gone. I thought I was ok with it. But I've been sitting here today at work thinking and I'm really not. I don't want her to leave.
I got too comfortable last night and said something like "what are you going to do with the couch (you bought) when you move back?" She said I act like it's a definite and I said, no, you are moving back. She said we haven't even had our first MC yet.
I shouldn't of said that, I know, because it's relationship talk and pursing and that doesn't do any good. But I didn't quantify myself like I should of. I just acted like all I had to do was wait out the 6 months and she'll come be-bopping back home. I know it's not the case. What I meant to say was, you are coming back because I'm going to do what I need to do to ensure it.
I don't know, maybe her going ahead and leaving will help me with sticking my foot in my mouth and saying stupid stuff.
My first 10k is this weekend and I keep on trying to feel her out by telling her you don't have to go if you don't want. She keeps on saying she doesn't mind going. So, if we're counting Pyrrhic victories, I consider that one. At least she's willing to be at the race 7am on a Saturday to watch and wait for me.
Back at the beginning of my first post I told myself I had to keep on chipping away. I need to remember that instead of trying to get her back in one felt swoop. It's a marathon, not a race.
M:36 W:31 D:12 M: 8/9/10 ILYBNILWY/"want space": 2/14-ish/16 W moved out 5/24/16.