Well, I have really been focusing on what I am doing and not trying to gauge his life with how he speaks or treats us here.
I realized that I was hopeful with him chatting, bringing treats to eat.
He still is, but nothing else has changed. I understand that if this is a peek out of the tunnel, I am not to throw a welcome home party. I was realizing I was looking to see what or if he would talk to me. After a year and a half, i would have thought I would be better.
So this last Friday, I made steaks and potatoes and a salad for D and me. He had left earlier in the evening, without a word, so instead of waiting to see if he was going to be around, I cooked. He came home after we ate and opened the fridge. I know he was looking for food. Well H, let us know when you'll be back and that you want to eat with us, and it is not a big deal to throw another steak on the BBQ.
