Anyway. The first night we were together I was acting as if this was all pretty normal, and after all we were surrounded by family. I was happy just to have H doing some slight cuddling because he's one of those types that doesn't like to be too close when he's trying to sleep. But he wasn't avoiding my touch at all. I was looking forward to moving step by step to some more intimate activity during the week, but life always throws you a curve.
The very next day, H does a serious injury to his back trying to water ski (keeping up with the nieces and nephews). He's hurt so badly he can barely walk. So that put a real crimp in my expectations on the intimacy front.
But I'm taking it in stride. When we got home, I had to carry the suitcases and I was unsure where to put H's. I decided to go for it, and put his bag in OUR room and see what H says. Later in the evening, H very casually says he thinks we should sleep in the other room because the bed is bigger. It's not, but who cares.
So, we're on the right track. I'm taking it slow but I think we're reconciled. Doesn't it seem silly that I don't know for sure. But, I know it will be a long time or maybe never before H comes right out and says anything. Explicit or direct he is not. I've always had to read between the lines, and now I think I'm getting better at it. H seems very content (other than back pain) and is being very considerate in the little things.
It all seems strangely normal after being in separate rooms for 9 mos. Almost as if we were never apart - how weird is that?
