Would you believe it, Steve phoned again last night, at just gone midnight. He asked me what I was doing (which had been reading blogs), but I said I was loading the dishwasher (which I had done) because I only put it on once a week for all the week's washing up, me and my son use so few plates and stuff. He laughed and told me he loved me and how much he missed me; quite a few times too! He was also being really paranoid about me having someone in the house with me, which was a bit odd. But I refused to get drawn. He said I needed to get a boyfriend who'd stay up late at night like I do, and I said he'd have to be unemployed, cos insomnia when you're working next day is a real nuisance. I completely refused to argue about me having someone in my bed, because he knows how ridiculous that idea is, and when he got shirty about it, I didn't get upset or anything, just said I didn't want to have a stupid argument before we went to sleep. So he said he'd been joking, and then we were fine.
This afternoon he phoned me while I was with one of our residents, and we had quite a nice long chat, cause the resident didn't mind, he was quite enjoying hearing us chatting I think. Then as I was saying goodbye Steve said,'I love you', just like before, out of the blue.
So he is now phoning me more and being more affectionate than he was before we split. But I refuse to get fished into believing him and relying on him again. I'm enjoying feeling happy for a change, and part of that is because I'm keeping my eyes on the possibilities that are around for a single girl.
