Here I sit alone in my house on a Sunday afternoon. The interesting thing about it is that I no longer hate Sunday's. My sweety is off helping his sister in law move some stuff. I feel comfortable and at peace. My sweety promises
a fun evening of interesting fun and drinks. I hope not to be too hung over when I go to work in the morning. Of course when I was younger I barely became hung over. These are going to be the first friends of his that I will be spending any
time with. I don't know what to think of this prospect. He had told me once that if he ever thought for a moment I was hiding him or denying him that he would go his own way. I know very well where 2 of his friends live, but I have yet to
spend time with any of them. I have even spent some time in his sister-in law's house, but only when she was gone. I saw her once, but just in passing. Same with his friend's at the other place. I don't know, it seems a little odd,
not sure what to make of it. Maybe I am reading too much into it. It is all his decision not going to press him to do anything that he does not want to do.