Good Goodbye

Jim and I had very good four days. Yesterday I packed up some of his things. He called from Cloudcroft where he was helping Papa with a chimney. The kids and I drove up and picked him up. I asked him not to go. I told him I didn't want him to go. He is still going. He says we need some space. That is true. He also needs it from the kids, which as he said was sad, but true. We do have a high stress home. And I realized things too late. It was my fault.  (I was SUCH an idiot thinking that! Ugh. 28 Mar 2011)

We talked a lot though and that was good. I said if we did live together we had to share a room again. It just separates us too much otherwise. Jim did some other things he needed to do before his trip. We ran to Mom & Tony's so mom could take a couple of family photos of us. We went to Applebee's from there. We waited ages. It was a pain. Luckily it was good!

By the time we were done we went to the ATM so I could pay Jim back as we didn't want to wait for a debit card to pay. I gave him $50 extra for him and his trip.

We talked a bit before going to sleep. I told him I didn't want him to leave. I said something about him finding someone and he pointed out he could have met someone here. He had a point! That happens. I think it is just human nature.

We slept together last night in my bed. Neither of us slept that great. Ian got up at 3:30 and I had a real hard time going back to sleep. He got up and got dressed to go get donuts. I had just gotten up and thought the same thing.

We finished packing him. I told him to come back to me. He said he would. I said, promise. He said can't make promises. That is what I had always told him. I don't because too many people promise things and can't keep the promises. He told us all goodbye. I walked him out. Hugged him, and said, I suppose I have to let go now. He said yes. He is a bummer some times!

Poor Faith doesn't understand he isn't coming home right now. I tried telling her "Dadda is going away" she has this solemn "Oh." And then says, "Num-nums?" I said, "No." And she said, "Oh". She is a doll.

He was nearly to Liberal when he called. He thought he'd stay there, but he wasn't tired and it was only 4:30 I think. He talked to the kids and we talked a bit, said I Love You's. Faith heard the door a couple of times and said, "Dadda?" She picked up the cell after he'd hung up to talk to Dadda. Ian told me she wanted to talk to him.

Well, the day was pretty normal and the evening is too so far. Crazy, but normal!