I have not spoken to him since as it was only yesterday. I did talk to a friend at length and she agrees with me. Her mother was addicted to morphine so she had to restrict her contact too.
She's wiccan so she invited me round to cast a circle and pray about it. Probably won't work but at least it's doing something rather than nothing
H did send me my work emails today (he designed my website so all the enquiries route through his computer and he forwards them to me) - he normally isn't terribly prompt so I take that as a good sign.
I will see him again on Friday and don't intend to contact him again before that.
I have chucked out the leather boots with holes in the soles (about time too) and replaced them with these rather hippy shoes with big blue flowers on, which should be to his liking (they are to mine, too) and I got this black gypsy skirt which looks rather witchy that is right up his street, in fact, my friend was obsessing over it too as she's wiccan and said she will have to borrow it!
The nurse from the fertility unit rang me and she sounded so pleased to hear from me. She said they just can't find donors and there are these 2 infertile women who have been on a waiting list for a year...then I called.
I have to go in for HIV/Hep B tests and STI tests and after they are all clear (which they will be) I have to wait until I am having a period and then go to the clinic for some injections (ouch!) and some kind of internal (ouch even more!) and then 2 weeks after the needles I go back again and they do a minor operation to remove the eggs from my ovaries.
Apparently they will take 12 eggs and give 6 to one woman and another 6 to the other woman.
I am so excited I can bearly sit still I managed to take a horrible sitch and turn it into something nice
Hopefully my H will not be annoyed when I see him, about yesterday's interactions.
