Sunday night was an event at his shul, which was... interesting. The week following that we didn’t see each other until Friday night. Between our two schedules, things were busy. I dragged him to my shul for Shabbat, which everyone was thrilled. It was great too, because those that hadn’t seen us and heard the news at the fundraiser were able to see us then.
The next morning I was rewarded for patiently waiting for him to wake up but not being pushy (like opening curtains or bringing him coffee) with more fun times. We followed the same steps, only this time he wanted to try more. Obviously, I was game. ;) His fears did come to fruition, but I’d like to think I handled it ok. He was proud of himself and what he accomplished - forgetting how easy I am. :P
I had a babyshower to go to that afternoon. We had planned that I would return to his place after and start working on wedding stuff before he went to a baseball game. The prior week with all the back and forth and busy I had forgotten to take my happy pills, and it came to an ugly crash after the babyshower, triggered by a few things AT the babyshower. (Like how it was celebrating someone, but I never had that for anything before then. Or how several folks thought I looked pregnant. Or how I only knew one woman beside the preggo only passing, and a few others by face only - so HUGE social anxiety.) Poor Coby was sweet and listened and consoled me in that hourish time frame between his getting back from errands and heading to the game.
That Sunday I started to pack up my house. I felt that having accepted his marriage proposal that I sorta had to move on that track. I didn’t know how long it would take me, but I knew it would take a while to sort through and pack things up.
That then began a really bad week. Basically, between waiting for the meds to get back to normal levels in my system, and mourning my beloved house, it was a rough week emotionally. I also was getting worse physically with coughing more and harder, more dizziness, nausea, and REALLY low energy. It got to the point that on Wednesday morning I cancelled meeting with a friend for lunch and made a doctor appointment on Thursday.
Somewhere in there we had talked a few wedding things, and it became clear that they are still insisting on ALL THE FAMILY (so 200-300 people) and that with their expectations Colby’s mom will over the rehearsal dinner, his brothers the morning after brunch they are insisting upon, and that is it. Colby himself won’t contribute a penny to the wedding. So for the bulk of it, I am paying for it alone which has me VERY pissed off about. He spoke about using the profit from selling the house or getting a loan, both of which I vetoed. We need the profit for the new house and I will NOT be in his condo more than a year. I am very uncomfortable there on many levels, more than that is asking too much. And getting a loan is the stupidest financial decision ever. He led me to believe we would split the cost three ways evenly - him, me, and his parents. To back out of 2/3rd of it has me super pissed. I made contracts based upon an amount we had discussed and that agreement. Now the amount I am covering will only be about half of stuff, and I can’t back out or renegotiate the contracts.
So that added to feeling awful physically and emotionally just was too much.
Thursday he called me to share his day and was a bit self-centered not asking much about me. He knew at 7 he had woken me from a nap. He also knew that I had the doc change my pharmacy to one near him. Yet despite that he was shocked and upset I didn’t have the energy to get my meds (a 30 minute drive one way) and how it meant he wouldn’t see me Friday night nor that I would see him for game night, because I could potentially be contagious and with a two week old there, I wasn’t going to risk anyone. I got pissy back at him that he claims to be so smart and such that it didn’t take much math to figure out I wouldn’t get my meds Thursday night and it would have been nice for him to show initiative to get them and bring them to me. You know, like the caring “Jewish mother” he says he is? I ripped him a new one over email about the whole situation.
Somehow, through the week I managed to get 90% of my house (that won’t be out for staging) has been paked up or brought to Good Will, despite all the drama and illness/naps.
On Sunday he came up to help with some packing and repairs before putting the house on the market. He made a comment about when he thought he would be here. I joked that meant 1pm. He was offended, but it ended up taking him until 6pm! To be fair, he was out late, slept in (for a total of 8 hours, so no shade there) and then cleaned out a closet for me to start bringing things to his place.
He reviewed my list, looked over the house himself, and did some of the list. We ate frozen pizza and talked a bit. He didn’t appear to be phased about the email at all. (Though, with him, still waters do run deep.) He said he missed me and wanted to see me more. We coordinatored our week, since we are both busy, and hopefully we’ll see each other a few nights. He is amused at the thought of my getting up early to watch the royal wedding. lol















