So it's time for me to make a confession about the book I was making such a stink about. (in my mind)

I actually checked the book out of the library, so itchy were my hands to grip that rope. I figured I'd drop a hint to H and if he was interested, I'd fess up that I had it in our home. He was not interested, so I dropped it. (I really did, too!, lol)
Then one day BabyPot made a mess and strung our 20 some-odd library books from one end of the room to the other and MrH came in to AOS them all back to their proper place. He never looks at the stack of books there...that's my domain...so I was not worried he'd see it, nor was it a 'ploy'.
Anyway, he saw the book and began reading it that night. That was 2 days ago and he's so interested in it that he took it to work with him today!

I couldn't be more surprised. And this is not the garden variety suckuppage that you might see from husbands, from time to time. He is genuinely interested. He is easy to read and I'd know it in about a minute if he was doing it "for me".

Things are going well, and NOT because of this silly book.

Last night I started to tell him ILY and he stopped me and said, I already know you do. I said, You DO?? How?
He said, I can feel it. I've known for a couple days.

There is still a "dead" part inside me, but I'd say I'm at about 80%. That is a vast improvement!

This has been one of the weirdest things to happen to me. So real and yet at the same time, so unbelievable. And then, laying in bed Saturday night, and feeling the resentment just bubble right out of me. An almost palpable thing. Bizarre!

Last night we kissed for the first time since July.