I had a wonderful weekend with H and S15. We had swimmeet stuff in the mornings and had the afternoons off. Sat. afternoon we did a little shopping, went back to the motel for a "nap", out for supper then to a monster truck show. H was so attentive and pleasant, there was no tension, we joked and laughed a lot and shared special glances. Today was much the same. We went shopping and out to eat for lunch and got home about 3:30.
Would someone please tell why we are getting a D???? (oh ya, an ow in the picture )
I expected H to leave for his place as soon as we got home, but he stuck around. A few weeks ago I had asked him to drill some holes in some stuff I needed for school...so he spent quite a bit of time doing that for me. I asked him about supper and he seem genuinely regretful for not staying but said he was very tired and wanted to get home and get laundry done. But, he did say that he would like to come over later in the week for supper. H then just stuck around and talked with me while I was working on stuff. (Our vehicle insurance has always come out of a joint checking accout, but H informed me that he now has that coming out of his account. If he wants to pay, I am not going to argue.) H also paid for almost everything this weekend which really seemed odd because for 26 years our money has been pooled, but I was always the one with the checks/cash.
S15 came up around supper time and said he was getting hungry, so I went ahead and fixed something. I felt guilty fixing something with H still there, so I once again joking asked if he was now staying, and he said "ya" but he really did want to get going.
On our answering machine was a message from the friends we stayed with a couple of weeks ago and I mentioned to H that I would call them back later tonight. H asked if I wanted to call then while he was still here, so I did that. We were both on phones and talked with them for well over an hour. It was a nice call all around.
H was still very much like his old self.....until he went upstairs after the phone call. I heard banging and slamming up there, so went to see what was going on. H gave some lame excuse about a drawer coming off track....which I didn't believe for a minute. It turns out H was looking for razor blades and had just discovered that I had cleaned everything of his out of the bathroom. What does he expect....he is the one who moved out!!
H left almost immediately after that but popped his head back in to ask if I was going to get a key for the house made for him. I hesitated but did say yes. But I don't know when I will. H has his office and his place that are private for him, why shouldn't the house be private for me??
Confusion is the name of the game around this place.
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