Tonight; I am going to make dinner standing next to my husband. I am so excited. J He is staying with me, not moved back in, but soon hopefully. He has been home since Thursday, and I love it. I love waking up next to him, and falling asleep in his arms. It really is great. I had missed him so much.
I knew that I wasn’t ready to take that step in the forgiveness area, and after a weekend of talking through a lot of the pain and hurt things are really looking up. I love that we are able to communicate with each other. We really talked about things that we thought were lacking in our relationship, two major ones being Respect and Communication. Our relationship had zero communication, and lacked a lot of respect.
I think that with some time and some counseling we are going to be even better than we were before. I do not want to be the people we were three months ago, because it didn’t work for us, we lied, we cheated, we made mistakes, and we took our feelings out on each other. We both wanted to get back together; we didn’t want to get a divorce and we aren’t, it was just a matter of figuring out a way to work through the hurt and the pain of everything that happened between us.
This weekend was so much fun. We went to the coast Friday night and stayed in Florence, went to the casino, and gambled a little. We stayed in a hotel with a Jacuzzi tub in the room, soaked in that for a couple hours. Slept in the most comfy bed ever, and eat a late breakfast. We went to the beach and walked and talked for hours. It was so much at the beach, even though I didn’t really take any pictures. We drove home late in the day, went to watch the fights and the football game at the local bar with some friends. It was a lot of fun. Sunday I worked and when I came home, we lounged and went to the Dr; J has strep throat and had been feeling sickly all weekend. Yesterday I had the day off and we went to lunch with J’s sister. It was so much fun!
I start a new term tomorrow. I am so nervous. I do not know how I am going to get through it. I have three of the hardest classes of my entire program, in one term, they usually break them up between three terms, but I got lucky enough to get all three. I am going to cry. One of the classes has five books. Personally I think that is a little extreme, and I am not looking forward to it. I really want to just get through the term and move on to some easier stuff. I have five terms left; I am so excited…one year. Gosh I hope it goes by fast, this term went really, really fast.