Yeah, remember when I smugly said I would NOT be spending a great deal of time on "that side of town"?
I've driven to "that side of town" more times than I can count in the last week. More times than I've done so in the last several YEARS.
I am apparently besotted.
I will, of course, start insisting at some point that he come to my house some nights, but for now he's got so much on his plate with the demanding new job, the trips to see his kids and trying to get everything unpacked and put away that I haven't the heart to do it.
I did his laundry this weekend while he was out of town.
See above re: apparent besottedness.
If he dumps me now, I'll...why, I'll...REFUSE TO DO ANY MORE OF HIS LAUNDRY.
That'll show him.