Change

He sold his bike today, though I do not have an opinion on it either way.  He has always had bikes, even before the Corp and Iraq. He is relatively responsible on it.  He said he just wanted to pay off bills.  I hope this is a good sign but I really have no idea.

He has been fairly happy the past couple of months.....or is it just weeks.  I like when he is happy but there is a part of me that is suspicious.  I remember how happy he was when he was seeing someone else.  I really wish I didn't think like that.  We are still not having sex but he seems more affectionate.  Ok, he IS way more affectionate.  When he embraces me, I feel safe in his arms like I used to.  I feel loved.
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He just came in to see what I was doing.  He doesn't know that I blog.  If he asks, I tell him that Im reading.  He may know; he can be pretty observant when he wants to be.  But he is a fiercely private person so I am not sure how well it would go over (even if I do this anonymously).

He leaned over the bed, wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my chest.  He asked me when I would start my new job (a week from Monday) & what I would be doing my last week at my old job (probably spending time on Pinterest waiting for the phone to ring so I have something to do).

We are getting tile put down in our master bath.  He asked if I wanted him to help pull up the carpet tomorrow (I know, what moron contractor puts carpeting in a bathroom).   I told him I would.
He stands back up an looks at me.  I take my hand and put it on his "package".  I smile, yank my had back and say sorry as if it was an accident.  Then I quickly put it back, "No Im not.  You're my husband and that's mine.  I will touch it if I want."
His smile broadens.  "That's my waist."
And I'm an idiot.
I laugh it off.  "Thought you were a little taller than that."

Silly shit.  But it is good shit for us.

He has been working a lot lately.  I had a show today so it didn't bother me so much.  But he will probably have to go into work tomorrow.  I don't like that.  But I do want to give him credit for the changes he has made.  When I start my new job, I will only be 2 miles from his work.  We could carpool, have lunch together...... maybe.  Maybe then I wouldn't be so insecure about his working all time time.  I had being insecure.  He hasn't gone back to the VA, but something has changed him.  Is it too much to hope this change is for his family?  Dare I even say............... for us?