FFS.

A few weeks ago I essentially laid down the law with DSC after her breakup. We were going to go out. She wasn't in the mood for socialising, she said. I didn't care, I said. We checked our diaries and it would be nearly three weeks before we could meet. She was adamant that she wasn't going to the pub. I told her that I wasn't making the arrangements there and then, that she had to keep an open mind and I'd call her and we'd make plans closer to the time.

She agreed to that without too much of a fight and I left it on the back burner, just reminding her that she could call, text or visit any time she wanted a chat or a rant. I had too much going on myself to worry too much and DSC does tend to retreat into herself when things aren't good.

When I called her tonight she seemed in good form, if a little tired sounding. We talked about this weekend (our arranged meeting) and then the bombshell was dropped... she'd moved back in with her boyfriend. WTF? I demanded. Did I not tell you about...? She started to ask. I interrupted her and explained that she's pretty much disappeared on me for the past four weeks, despite my own prompting.

I don't think I was angry sounding, but I guess she picked up on something in my tone and told me that she'd explain everything at the weekend. We're not going pubbing and clubbing as I'd hoped, but settling back into our lunch routine. She says she's not in the mood, but I kinda think that she needs to step out of this self-imposed comfort/buffer zone she's created.

The weekend will answer some questions, but I already know that others have been asked.