The Hunter invited me for a sleepover on Friday. It made sense because I had a dentist appointment close to him and he lives close to the old place. We could have a slumber party and then get up early to tackle the final clean out. I was good with the plans until Friday morning and then I wasn’t. I was so tired. The prospect of cozying up on the floor of his place on a nest of sleeping bags wasn’t alluring. I’m too old for that shit.
I called and backed out. He texted me about an hour later and volunteered to some up to see me. Now we are talking. I got a gourmet pizza and he came over for pizza and romping. Then he went home because he had not fed the Kracken and he likes sleeping in his own bed these days.
He called me when he got home and said he had been thinking on the ride home. He asked if I was happy with the situation of us living apart but still seeing each other. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I turned the tables and asked him. He loves it. I laughed and said I did also. He loves sleeping alone (me too) and having his own space (me too).
When we see each other, it’s a short amount of time full of active listening and affection. We talk every day at least twice a day plus some texting. How long will this last? I have no idea. Is it an ideal relationship? For now. Who knows?
What I do know is that there is no longer any tension between us. I am no longer responsible for him financially or otherwise. We do our own thing and try to see each other twice a week or so. The sex is great, we cuddle and then he leaves. I have to say, having the entire bed to myself is lovely.
He just called me to see how I was doing. We both had a lot of crap to unload from our respective vehicles. I had about 5=6 trips plus I went grocery shopping because I am a glutton for punishment. He was laughing at me because although I have just finished getting rid of a ton of crap, here I am getting a few more things. What’s on the list? A used KitchenAid mixer, a dutch oven (Aldi has some nice ones for $25 versus $60 everywhere else) and a used Instant Pot. Why all the kitchen stuff? Stay tuned and I’ll tell you.
However, now I am pooped. My Buns of Steel got their workout from my endless trips up and down today. I did go for a quick swim at my beautiful resort-style pool and it was lovely and relaxing. Exactly what I wanted in my new place. The final steps have taken place. I have officially left the old place and now the new chapter begins. It will be an interesting transition….