Let me take you back a year and a half...I didn't see him or have more than a handful of business emails with him for 6 months after I left the state he was stationed in. Then he went on leave and drove up from his parents (of course) to visit S3. He didn't say word one about the D he claimed he was filing for 6 months earlier. I finally came out and asked where the papers were and he said he couldn't "pull the trigger." Then he went on to talk about the three different days we spent time together outside the house during THE THREE YEARS we lived together in California. He said how much he wished we'd had more days like the day we went to the beach, the day we drove to the mountains, and the day we walked though the downtown area together and had dinner. (The last one was on my birthday and he had refused to speak to me the whole time because he hadn't wanted to go anywhere.) WTF!!!
I tried so hard to get him to spend time with me when we lived together (and he admitted that I did-he was just tired from work). He fought me every step of the way, and obviously he won, except for those THREE FREAKING DAYS we actually walked out the front door together. AND THEN he comes back after the bomb and says he wishes we had more times like that?!?!?!?
AND NOW here he is, doing what he can to avoid spending anymore time than possible alone with me or S3.
If I didn't think I'd be censored here I would let loose with a combination of epithets that would set this computer screen on FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There just isn't an instant graemlin that could do it justice.
