Jennifer, I am so loving this outfit – think I’ll be winning an award at the DB BB fashion parade. I am currently only sporting the duct tape as he’s not here.
I sent him a loving letter for our 5th wedding anniversary (wood) an oak leaf and a little quote which I picked up somewhere along the way – ‘After storms, oaks put down stronger roots’. Sadly he still hasn’t received it as he had to go for an eye appointment in London. Doctor suggested removing eye – H is adamant that he wants to keep it. GMF (who gave him a very hard time about his departure soon after and said he couldn’t support H’s new relationship) met him after – eye hospital being on the wrong side of london for my personal comfort, and H reported favourably on the reunion.
I am still reading ‘Not Just Friends’ which I find compelling and interesting though mostly irrelevant. The ssuccess rate statistics for reuniting with a former sweetheart were rather shocking – 72% so feel I had a bit of a narrow escape there – though I am still of the opinion (assumption) that OW was an escape route from me rather than love, infatuation or anything else, whereas the examples of unfaithful partners in the book tend to still want to maintain the marriage.
Tuesday night I didn’t phone him – a) because he doesn’t ask me about me, b) I knew he’d be watching a soccer match and c) SIL phoned me for two hours! I sent him a text to say goodnight. Wed morning he left two phone messages – he had forgotten that it was our wedding anniversary (which didn’t offend me in the slightest as it is a fairly recent development and we have always ‘celebrated’ the day the clocks go back at the end of October). When I spoke to him on Wednesay evening he said he was feeling very insecure because I hadn’t phoned. Not sure that the penny has dropped with him that I have had a wee trauma of my own!
Snoopy snoops discovered a missing cheque book, a key for the front door (we had existed with one for three years and they are not cut locally) the neighbours’ spare key (which I noticed missing after his november visit) and a receipt for a bra. Hmmmmph. The front door key spells malice aforethought beyond a reasonable doubt to me.
Have just come back from the cinema seeing Million Dollar Baby, which, rather like Betseys tale of the paraplegic pastor made me realise how lucky I am – and also reminded me of another quote I read somewhere about God only giving you as much as you could take – this patience mallarky is turning me into a blithering idiot He obviously knows my limit!.
I've been thinking about asking H to take on financial responsibility for family (thanks to Wendy) when he is back full time. The day before his departure he asked me all sorts of questions like how much the mortgage was etc which clearly indicated that he had no idea. Also meal planning. I am not going to ask right now but I like the idea of separating the individual jobs involved in running a family.
