Had a bad week last week - felt pretty down, didn't really realize why at first. Think in retrospect it was partially hormonal, partially a reaction to H's stressed-out overscheduled summer, partially a let down from the worry about D13 now that she is doing better, and partially old grief (my father died unexpectedly during my first week of high school, so sending my D off to high school kind of kicked that up).
Plusses? I was able to tell H what i needed from him, and although at first he fell back into his old infuriating habit of not reassuring me (somehow when he feels worried I might abandon him, he loses the ability to offer me comfort in my pain - does that make any sense?) - once I called him on it and told him exactly what I needed, he came through. I guess after all this time the guilt is such that they STILL can't really deal with the LBS pain when it surfaces.
Feeling a lot better now, though, and have a funny thong story to tell (WARNING: FOLLOWING STORY MAY BE TMI FOR SOME AUDIENCES!).
Back when I was trying to win my H back, we went out to dinner one night, and at the end of the evening I slipped into the ladies room and returned with my thong in my hand which i discreetly slipped into H's pocket. Well, he has kept that thing in his truck ever since!
So H was at this convention with a female friend (getting donations for a charity we all work on) and the valet parking put his keyring on the wrong hook, so it didn't match his stub. When they brought out his truck, they wanted proof that it was his, but he wasn't sure where his registration was, so he told them, if they looked in the center console, they'd find a black thong!!!!
