the fo'free'fo

i think it's official.

Y came back tuesday night.
we were going to give it another go. we had recognized where we went wrong and were willing to make the changes necessary. our bond and love was worth it.

we made love tuesday night and fell asleep with our arms wrapped around each other.
wednesday morning, the comfort of the routine was there once more. it felt good. it felt right.
that evening, we had dinner and it seemed like we were going to be ok.
this morning, the comfort of the routine was still there. we left for work feeling good and feeling right.

it's 4 hours since we have been home from work. dinner was cooked. laundry cleaned.
she says, 'you don't love me like i need you to love me. you don't reassure me and you don't care about me. i won't be here when you get home from taking baby girl to meet her father.'

we hash it out for 30 minutes, like civilized people for a change.

she packed what little she had left, threw her house key on the bed (she's never surrendered her key to the house), and loaded up her animals.

she's gone.




the house has that peaceful, quiet feeling again. the same feeling that it had over the weekend.
maybe i'm on to something.

heh...


xo.