I posted my current issues in other threads, but the precis is that I rowed with HM (my fault - although as monster says good friends don't ascribe blame) and ran to my parents. Good people told me to call him, and I got the balls (note, didn't say grew the balls) tonight.
He was fine. More than fine he was decent. He understands far more than I give him credit for. He is not an "easy touch" - if he was I wouldn't be so worried about my behaviour. But he is a good friend, which makes it worth me worrying about. I promised we'd sit down and have a chat - my offer not his suggestion - and I am going to go back to poor long-suffering Dr B and ask for a review of medication. I describe Dr B as long-suffering because he didn't choose to know me - poor old HM choose this path
So I can go back to my babbas (who I miss enormously) and to my home - yes it is a home and I missed it too. And back to my friend who makes it home and keeps me sane (ish). A terrible burden for a man not even getting my class A blowjobs, and if I really believed in karma I'd be really quite depressed right now. Oh...
Still, if I take karma on board HM must have been a real shit in a previous life to get saddled with me in this one.
Line dancing on Tuesday.