Wishing, It wasn't anything I did, it was H making the decision on his own. I still don't understand why, or what was the trigger. Learning how to be at peace with whatever he decides he needs to do is a big part of it. That got rid of a TON of the tension for me - I was creating it, not H, by trying to second-guess his actions and predict the future. I couldn't do either, and came to terms with that. I came to accept that I could cope on my own, and would be okay. Next, I went ahead and made some overtures - letting H know that I was open for him to return. Physical touch, kisses on the forehead as he sat at the bar. I remember one night when he did sleep in another room, I told him it was his bed, and his room, and I wasn't asking him to leave. You have to be ready for rejection, but someone has to make the first move.
