Yeah I know it's just a house and a money-pit of a house at that, but sheesh, it was our home. It still is the boys home and H hasn't even spoken to them about what is going to happen when it's sold.
Interestingly however, H called again this afternoon (he's been calling me a lot lately - in direct proportion to how much I don't call him funnily enough) to remind me that it is still not a done deal. The man still has to convince his wife - but he does have his finance sorted and is ready to go when she finally agrees (think he's trying to backpeddle?)
Happy little DBer that I am I laughed and said "what, are you warning me not to drink champagne at half time?" (an old joke we share because I'm generally an eternal optimist which in the past has amused H no end) and he said quickly and nervously "no but I'm going to have a beer with Barry at our pub tonight". Now this was interesting for a couple of reasons. 1. Our pub is next door to our house and 2. That's the first time since I left in November that he's told me where he is going to be at any particular time - it was like he was almost hinting that he'd be there if I happened by. Of course I won't ... but I think it's interesting and maybe a baby step.
Mmmm ... Mmmmm
V
Never make someone a priority, who makes you an option.
