Last night H called to talk to the boys and I got to speak to his highness for a minute. Literally a minute if that. H said that he was in Brazil doing ______ for his business and I asked how that was going. H's reply was "terrible." I said what do you mean it's going terrible? H - "I don't want to talk about it now, I am tired and I just want to go to bed, now let me talk to the boys and I will call you tomorrow."
So ok, now get this, H actually called here this am to talk to ME.
He told me some things that were going on in his business and I asked him what it was that was "terrible."
H - "Now come on Pam, you dona't have to be a rocket scientist to figure this out."
Me (still clueless) - "H, I don't really know what you are talking about. Are you saying things are terrible in your business or personally."
H - "Personally" "I am in a lot of pain right now and I am getting sick of all this."
Me "I hear what you are saying"
So that is basically the gist of it. I didn't pressure for more details or tell him that my prayers for him to be miserable with OW were being answered. I just listened and validated, the picture of calm unconditional unmelodramatic love.
A few months ago I would have been estatic, but I have seen H miserable with OW before and still go running right back to her, what a glutton for punishment he is.
So for today I am just seeing this as one teensy tiny step in the right direction.
He also says that he is coming home Saturday although I will believe that when I see it. He also says that he can't wait to get out of that God-forsaken country and I validated that big time.
Just to give you a mental picture of what I am talking about...
H is standing outside of his office in a rather large city in Brazil talking to me on his cell phone and you can actually hear roosters crowing in the background. The roosters are two doors down. Imagine being in a large city like San Francisco or Chicago and two doors down from your office building is a poor family with a dirt back yard and roosters crowing. Welcome to Brazil. I would truly be estatic if H never had to go there again, but that's another story.