Nothing too exciting to report... H called last night about 9pm. He wasn't feeling well. We chatted for a bit...the usual BS, laughing, etc. He asked me if i had gone to C...told him yes, and that i had also gotten my stitches out. He said, "oh, you didn't tell me." I told him i forgot. Told him a story about something that happened at the doctor (basically, the girl who took out my stitches was a moron). He said "see, thats why i have to go with you." Ummm, huh? Nothing else to significant...inside jokes, that kind of stuff. But, it was nice to talk to him. But, i am scared. Every time we have these good interactions, i get my hopes up. And then, he'll call and talk about moving forward with the D, and then i just feel worse. How do i not do that? B/c i know if he calls me and says something about the D, i will just get upset and fall back into the depression that i was in a while ago. I don't know. I will see him on Thursday...we are bringing kitties to the vet. I guess it will be interesting to see what happens that night. Other than that, things are quiet here. And i have to say, that's a good thing!
