To move or not to move... was that the question??

To continue the story, I had told my husband for a long time that I had wanted to move out, mostly so we could figure out how much we really wanted to be together... by *not* being together...  Or rather, I wanted him to miss me...

We had debated my moving out for about a year now, and he was always was against it.  Just recently (you don't say!) he had finally agreed to the move.  There was still much thought and uncertainty as to whether we should or shouldn't...

Now that he was on his way back from Las Vegas, where he hiked up the Calgary Mountain Peaks (she's Canadian, so "Blame Canada" from South Park became my fighting song), he had virtually given me a good shove right out the door.  Don't get the wrong idea, I did NOT want to stay in the house -- that house had become this huge 7,000 sq. foot monster waiting to swallow me whole every night I came home without a husband.  So I opted for a little two bedroom in a really cool development with the coolest of staff (for those familiar w/Indy or looking for an apt. it's called "The Lakes").

Unfortunately for those of you looking for excitement, romance and emotion, this will not quench your thirst.  He did not beg, cry and plead, even though he claimed "the affair" was over after the sex (it wasn't good - what else did he expect, it wasn't me!!) and he really felt nothing for her.  He simply said "I just don't see us not together - I know we'll work it out".

HA!