That reminds me of something that happened in the summer with me and H. We were driving somewhere and I told him that I'd been seeing an old neighbour at soccer. H asked if he still comes on to me, and I said yes, like I'd ever get involved with someone who always seemed to be on the verge of cheating on his wife! ha ha ha...oops! H cheated on ME. Ack! I really put my foot in my mouth. H just looked at me with a half-smile as it dawned on me what I'd said. Trust me, it had NOTHING to do with him, never even crossed my mind.
I know I would take it personally, too, but it probably wasn't meant that way. In any case, you and W are on a different track: she's not sleeping on the couch as a prelude to moving out; she's doing it as a postlude to moving out, or a prelude to moving back in, right?
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