Time goes on~

So, he's all moved back to his buddies and everything is right with my world.  We are spending more and more time together at his place, which for me was great!  When we where there it was like the rest of the world didn't exist.  Sometimes we talk about his room there, we called it the "cave" and how much fun we had and how easy life was.  I learned more and more about him and I was falling in love, hoping he was to.  I learned more about his marriage, his children, his family and everything else. 

Round about mid February, he invited me come watch him and some friends play in a winter charity softball game outdoors!  I think it was for charity, now that I know them all I am not sure it wasn't just for them to play in the snow!!  Either way I was excited I would get to meet his friends.  This day went horrible wrong.  #1, I wore off-white suede boots to any outdoor snowy muddy field with a baby blue suede jacket, I look great, however after standing outside dressed like that I looked ridiculous.  Trust me his friends still talk about that outfit!   After the game we all went to Sam N Joes for food and drink  and more drink and more drink trying to show I could "hang with the big boys" I tired to keep up, that was mistake #2.  Mistake # 3 comes after we get back to my place and "drunk girl" ( she caused me lots of trouble over the years) on the advice of his friends, see they told me how happy Charlie was and they had never seen him this happy in a long time, how perfect we seemed together.  Drunk girl took this advie and praise and picked that night to tell Charlie " I love you" his reply.......wait for it.... "thank you" wait what, thank you? Yes ladies and gentlemen he thanked me, no "I love you too" nothing silence, a pat on the back may have been better than that.  We still joke today, now that I am able to laugh about it.  That night drunk girl left the room and cried, what I done? Was this going to ruin everything? When I went back to bed he was asleep, bastard I thought.

The next day there was no mention of what I said, I acted as if nothing was different and joked about his friends, truth be told I had a killer hang-over  we pretty much stayed in bed all day! Ok just to be clear although I don't want to talk about it too much, our sex life was beyond amazing and still is~ enough said! 

Anyway, after a few days he asked if I wanted to talk about what I said... I played dumb we laughed and talked about what "love" really was, he told me he knew he felt something speacial for me, but wasn't sure if it was love, he didn't want to loose me, but he wasn't ready to say those words.  I guess although it hurt that he wasn't ready or that he didn't love me ( which I know he did) he treated me better than any man I had ever known and that for me was going to be enough until I healed his wounds and he was ready to tell me.

I like that now years later, we have told the kids some of the story of us and that is thier favorite and every once in awhile when I say "I love you" to them, they say "thank you"