H is licking his wounds, so to speak. He needs space, which you've all told me, and I think I;m doing ok with it. But he's making a big deal about being my friend, which is kind of charming. He had said he would be busy last night, but then called me anyway, just to see if I was ok. Was nice. I was feeling lonely, but I didn't let on. Was important to me to keep that in check.
A couple of nights ago, we talked and he said something that made me feel really good and I'm trying to keep it in the front of my mind: he said that before he had left, he felt that he had loved me so unconditionally and that he felt I had not appreciated it. (I did, but I did a bad job of showing it). And then when the chips were down I gave it (unconditional love) right back to him. And though he mocked it for a while, one day he just saw it as an amazing thing, my faith in him and us, and it floored him.
Felt very validating. I am proud of me for this. And that is keeping my PMA up today.
