Tomorrow's my 67th birthday. Our final decree of "absolute divorce" is pending the judge's signature. I asked Liz what she wanted for her birthday dinner, back in March, so I could get the ingredients I'd need to make it. Completely forgetting that, she later said she wanted to go to Honey Pig, referring to my plan to make it for her at our house as "some fantasy of his." So we went to Honey Pig. (Fine by me, really. I like Honey Pig.)
So we're not going anywhere, I guess, and most likely she's not going to make me anything, as she hasn't asked me what I want. As I rather thought when she first brought it up, this "we'll stay friends" thing was so this process would be easy on her.
I would have liked to go to Honey Pig with my friend again, though.
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