Weekend at C's in Out in the Open

Spent the weekend at C's house. Remember when I said I wouldn't be staying over here anymore? All it took was one invitation and I was here. Pathetic, on my part... I know.

He took Lily and me out to lunch today. Then he went to Art Van and bought Lily a brand new bedroom set. Lily decided she wanted bunk beds and he can't say no to her, so bunk beds were bought. When he asked her why she needed bunk beds she stumbled over her words. I quickly leaned over and whispered in her ear. To which she promptly repeated, "So I can have friends stay the night."
After the beds, dresser and mattresses were paid for the sales man shook C's hand and said "thank you, C." This didn't surprise me. However, when he looked at me and said, "Thank you, I vetem," I was very surprised. I shook his hand and smiled. Then while walking out I looked at C and asked, "How in the world did he know my name?" To which C replied, "He asked me what my wife's name was." Although I know C just simply told him my name because it's a lot easier than explaining the whole drawn out story of how we aren't married... It felt so nice. I know it's stupid, but for one moment in time, I was the wife of a man that loved her. At least it appeared to it to them. Then as C and I exited the building he said something about the bunk beds. I quickly replied with out giving it a second thought, "It's good to have two beds." And he asked, "why's that?" And I smiled, "Just in case we need two beds someday." He nervously laughed it off. I swelled with pride in myself that I just put it out there with such confidence.

So now I sit here in his house. Lily sleeps next to me as I type on this computer. C is out with the boys. All feels so wonderful. But of course, it's just a mirage. When I wake up tomorrow and drive home it slowly disappears.

I suppose I am okay with it. At least as okay as I can be. I mean, if I am completely honest, I don't want to live with C. I like having my own place. And besides, his "really good friend" that he's "not" sleeping with left tampons here. I thought about taking all but a few so when she goes to use them she knows another girl has been here. But then I thought... I just can't do that. I can't make waves. It's just not in me. But one thing is for sure... I will be keeping inventory on them. They could be very old and from someone else. Perhaps I should see if there is a expiration date on them. I probably won't.
Well, I hate to end this entry by talking about tampons, but I have run out of things to write about. Tomorrow I should go home and exercise for 2 hours to make up for how I ate today. But I probably won't.

Her