So we met in the kitchen later after saying good night....I was in my extremely sexy
winter muumuu that zips from my calves to the bottom of my chin in the loveliest
shade of lilac. He had on a hotel bath robe that belts. As we were chatting about what whisks we own, whether or not they have met their kitchen demise or not, and where a certain bowl got off to that we both remember seeing recently, his robe gaps and there it
is! He doesn't cover it up!!! Like seeing the appendage that led him astray is going to tempt me to go upstairs with him and burn up the bed one last time!
I ignore it, but do continue chatting. We chat about movies. I finally call it and say I'm going to try to go to sleep again, and then there is yet another hug
What I'm seeing here, is that it is all about him. I don't remember exactly what was said, but it was all about him. He talked about his triggers. I just agreed, because well, giving ego kibbles right now is good for me. While it was nice to chat with him, I'm not tempted to do anything with him. I know we read so many times on here where people fall back into old habits because it feels safe, but tonight was empowering. He doesn't feel "safe" to me. I didn't cry, and it wasn't emotional, but it was all about him. I can sleep now knowing that I don't know what the future holds, but I do know that it doesn't include him.