Well, I got in from dance class at 12.30 to find my cell phone ringing and a text from Andy asking when I was in. I phoned back and told him I'd just got in so he said he was coming over.
When he arrived, DD4 was playing out with 2 little lads so my other DD's asked if they could play with them too. Andy said yes, for a bit.
I assumed he wasn't stopping so I went and sat at my desk. He sat down on the sofa and stayed there, so I sat next to him. We just chatted and DD's came in and out the house, chatting to us as well.
Then for some reason I can't remember, he started talking about marriage again and divorce and how stuff happens for a reason and he's trying to grow from it etc. He worded it like he was pleased to have divorced so I felt myself getting upset, and you know how I said I don't cry in front of him? well, I did today.
Except it was very controlled crying, just dabbing my eyes and sniffling a bit, no argument or 'he said this' etc. I apologised for crying and he said 'I really didn't mean it like that. I wasn't referring to you personally. I just meant that we shouldn't be stuck in the past and should concentrate on the future. Don't apologise for crying, they are your emotions. I would rather you are real in front of me.'
WOW - that was a change around from his usual response to tears.
DD3 came in and asked why I was crying. I told her it's because I am Greek and Greek people are famous for Greek tradegies - her mother was one.
Andy laughed at that remark. DD3 was satisfied with this, and went to play in DD4's room with her sisters.
He said 'The last thing I wanted to do was upset you.' He took my hand and squeezed it and because I was already emotional, I just ended up sobbing on his shoulder (wonderful stuff, there Jo). I said 'I'm sorry, Andy, you won't want to ever visit again if you have this mad demented ex-wife bursting into tears at the slightest thing you say!'
He just hugged me and I sat there being held by him for several minutes until I stopped sobbing and then he just looked at me and kissed me - not a platonic kiss, a proper kiss.
DD2 was colouring a picture and came in to give me the picture, and he didn't let go of me, even in front of her.
I apologised to him again in case that shouldn't have happened, but he just smiled at me and stayed holding my hand.
Then we all ate Gingerbread cookies together and I gave the girls some fruit to take home with them, and as I walked him to the door to leave, he kissed me again, properly, in front of our kids, the neighbours kids and people standing on the street.
I whispered 'have a nice evening' in his ear, and he smiled at me and said 'you too' and then they went.
Now I must remember the no sex rule, LOL, and go and welder myself a pair of iron knickers.
