Hunkered down in the house with H during this crazy quarantine situation. It seems like whenever we spend an extended period of time together, it makes us get along better. We’ve never been a couple that fights but on trips or less busy periods in life, our R seemed to flourish. H has been overall pretty flirty this week as we’ve both been working from home and taking care of the baby. Lots of silliness and laughing. He did try to initiate sex once and I balked and just steered it away without bringing up that I feel used when he has sex with me.
He’d been sleeping in “his room” as he likes to call the study, on the pull out sofa. This week he switched to an air mattress in there using only a sleeping bag as covers. He’s not a teenager so I’m not sure how sustainable it is for him to sleep on that. Reminds me of his sad bed situation in college.
One night this week, he told me he was driving somewhere to hike and was gone 8 hours, until well after it got dark. It annoyed me since we had plans for dinner and he did no communicating whatsoever where he was or who he was with. I really was trying my hardest not to let it bother me but it was hard to hide. I know, I shouldn’t care.
Lately, I’m finding myself just wishing he’d get it over with and move out. I’m sick of not knowing what the future will hold. But I know asking him for a timeline is pressure.
