Thanks BF - I'm not always so appreciative of the baby steps. Sometimes I just want to give him the Cher smack and tell him to 'snap out of it.'
Well, I went away for the weekend and had a nice time with my old friend - I really envy her. After being divorced for about 18 yrs, she has married again and retired, and she and her H just spend all their time hanging out, traveling, and having fun. They seem very well matched.
I thought at the last minute H might go with me, and I think he might have if not for the long car trip. He did finish up work Friday night but said he just wanted to relax over the weekend "if that was OK with me!!???" Well, that was new - that he was even concerned. So I just said that was fine, no problem, Ok, yada, yada, and left early Sat.
H actually called cell phone around 1 pm to see if I was there yet (got there at 11:00), didn't get his message until I went to call him around 10 pm. The ride home Sun was miserable, rainy, lots of traffic, and took forever - H was riding out to meeting on Harley as I was coming in our street. He said he waited for me but had to leave for his meeting - looked happy to see me.
Later, H had one of his moments when he acted all weird about eating some of the sandwiches I had brought home from the party. Turns out he thought we hadn't kept them refrigerated. What a putz - as if I've ever given him bad food. After I assured him they were refrigerated and then put on ice in cooler for the trip home, he was brave enough to eat one. This is MIL's influence - I think she throws anything away that's been out more than an hour. But then again, she doesn't believe in having any leftovers - that means she made too much food and someone might get fat - Oh No! Sorry going off on a tangent here.
So, positives are still happening - I'm beginning to think I might be one of those success stories, but I'm still being cautious. H may be planning on spending the rest of our married life in the other bedroom. But, I still have high hopes - he even folded my jeans that I left in the dryer. Strangely enough this is the one thing we used to fight about, the laundry. The few times he did the laundry, he only put away his own clothes, and usually just took clothes out of the dryer and stuffed them in a basket and left them there all wadded up. Since the bomb, we each do our own laundry. I think he prefers it because he's always concerned that I don't put the wet clothes in the dryer fast enough - the MIL factor again. H really is a germophobe about some things. But the other week my SIL told me that MIL used to scrub the refrigerator with a toothbrush after visitors at the lake, so maybe he can't help it. Hey, maybe that's why he has no interest in sex - too many germs. Funny, that he has no trouble cooking on a grill that he NEVER cleans (because FIL's theory is that the crud burns off-WTF?), or putting an unwashed broiler pan back in the oven (does this routinely).
OK, now I'm just being pissy for no reason other than it's Monday. H has actually been really nice and gone out of his way to be very giving lately. It's a real turnaround I think.
