Hello, Dear Ones,
Wanted to do another check-in. All is
well, the same. As is, we live our lives accordingly.
Went to the Vaca home last weekend, rode the ATV’s, found the hidden lakes we’ve been looking for on/off for the last few years.
He went to fish behind the house one evening, I prayed like hell if visiting her H would come home. ( He drives uber, lift, taxi) something like that. He came home, driving that taxi. I held my breath, I waited. I strained my ears to ear yelling, screaming, punching sounds, gunshots.
We spent the rest of the weekend doing yard work and such, the stuff you do on weekends. Annnnd, not much to write home about. I suspect he is waiting me out? Don’t know, whada you think?
Even the suspected one here, think sleeza might be put on the back burner. Heck, I have no idea.
I know I “shook” him “up” when I refused to go home with him. I don’t know if he was afraid I would drop his cover or lose me.
For now, it’s quiet. It’s him moving, acting, being quiet. It’s me, acting as if I trust the calm.
xoxo friends xoxo