Ah, yes, another fight with H because I tried to be close with him and vulnerable... so now at 2am on a Sunday I am going back and forth between my phone and my iPad to see if T emailed me back... not that it makes a difference which device, T seldom responded to emails on weekends and isn’t responding to them at all any more... so I am curled up around my transitional object of T with “Man cat of the house”... the two “men” my husband is most jealous of... yes, he is honest to god jealous of Coal, AKA Big Sexy Man Cat of the House”... it is an 18lb black cat that eats mice all day, comes home for cat food and collapses, knocked out cold in my room every night... sigh.