I fully expected H to be out of the house on Sunday. Instead, he asked if I would go to Menards with him and pick out new faucets for the kitchen and upstair's bathroom sinks. But first he went to the office for a couple of hours, then we watched the Notre Dame football game, then got the faucets, ate supper together and then put the faucets in. It was almost bedtime when we were done. All in all it was a nice day between us.
H continues to the little things for me and I really have a hard time understanding that. H is making sure the cars are OK, buying me a Bowflex, adding a light in the garage, putting in new faucets, unloading the dishwashe, drying dishes, helping with the bunnies, fixing me snacks at night.... I just don't understand. If he wants out so bad the door is open; this indecision is killing me.
Last night we went to a swim-team parent's meeting where H was running for a position on the board. I had told him during our talk Sat. night that he might want to have second thoughts about running since it was a 2 year committment, and if we end up D, then I was planning on moving. (I have made my intent to move with S15 very clear to H over the last 32 months). H was elected last night but I am not sure he was too happy about it.
The boxes H packed from his dresser are still in his closet but I fully expect him to move out shortly. I do wish he would get it done and over with. This whole ordeal has been 32 months for me now and frankly, I am tired of it.
I am not quite at a point where I am ready to actually tell H to get out, but I see that coming if he doesn't make the move first. I guess I am ready to start the healing process but am not ready to do the actually filing. Besides, I don't want to make H angry since he is still very agreeable to giving me a decent financial settlement and, unfortunately, I am very dependent on that.
Most days I do OK with the current sitch but am getting weary.
