Just journaling... Yesterday H helped me move some furniture into my new house. This was the first time he'd been there. He looked around, but had to leave in a hurry after he remembered he was late for an appointment. He dropped the kids off at my house later, and I spent some time taking care of maintenance items.
When I finally took the kids back to his house, H wanted to show me some some of the remodeling he's getting done. The remodel was actually one of the major points of contention we had--we could never agree on how to go about it, and the project had been stalled for about three years. Now that I'm not there, he went and hired a contractor that he specifically told me notto hire, and a lot of the changes he's making are things that I wanted in the first place, but now he thinks it's all his idea and says he never cared about who the contractor was.
H did ask where we were on the legal paperwork and mentioned some changes he wanted. Nothing major though. All the conversations were pretty light, with maybe a little playful banter thrown in.
I actually mentioned that I was going to head home not long after I dropped the kids off, and H said I didn't need to leave right then. I ultimately stayed another hour, but mostly to hang out with the kids. I'm not actually moved into my new house yet, so I don't see the kids as much as I like.
Tonight H has a class so I will be watching the kids at his house until well after their bedtime, but I won't really see him. Thursday, H actually starts therapy for his PTSD--he said he called a veteran's crisis line after we separated, and they set him up with an appointment.
