Nothing to do

Maybe there is nothing to do.

I am on my way this morning across the country, to stay with Friend for a few days, and will be back on Sunday night. As will A, from his trip. Just waiting for the taxi to the airport now...

Husband and I have had a very intense night last night, not about this, not about 'us', about something else we're going through. It helped take my mind off A. That has been better lately, I have been less obsessive, thankfully. Though I still have not let my phone out of my sight, unless I get a text, which I haven't for a few days, and that's ok. It is. I feel far more relaxed and trusting of our friendship now, than to worry if I don't get any communication.
I am starting to know how A feels about me, and whether or not that develops into anything sexual is really only a small part of it. Of course, I would love it to.

Husband isn't going away now in July. I admit, I was a bit pissed, I would have liked 3 weeks to myself to spend time with A. How selfish. But that's ok too. I'm sure there's a Plan. It's all good.
Poor husband is feeling the burn, elsewhere in his life. Least I can do is not make trouble at home for a while...