Quick update
H has been more attentive and done quite a few jobs around the house. We have had discussions about money and he has understood the dilemma we are in financially - nothing serious but nothing that a little more income wouldn't help.
There were double family celebrations this past weekend and H was present much of the time and there was little attempt to turn the conversation into being about him or his needs. Bit of a shift there.
In terms of the pursuit and distance dance (and yes it still happens in reconnection) he is in a pursuit phase. I am aware of this and not distancing per se but keeping calm and neutral - seizing good moments for sensible talking and also leaving him be.
However something amusing (well to me) at the end of the week. H had lost his glasses which he needs for much of the time now. At first the conspiracy theory emerged and then he calmed down. I repeated the well worn phrase "retrace your steps". He moaned at it but actually did so appearing with his glasses about 10 mins later.
Two days later it's his phone. I ring it and he still can't find it. So he disappears off in a bit of a huff, reappears 5 mins later with phone saying " This retracing your steps thing works doesn't it."

So no fixing from me and H has grown up a little more.
However something went click in my head yesterday. I took the dogs for a new walk and realised that I had done this walk several years before but not since. At first I thought - how did I forget this walk and is there something wrong with my memory. Then I thought back. The last time I went on this walk was not long after BD and not long before we lost one of our dogs to cancer. I had clearly blotted out this walk as part of my memory of the shock and distress I had at the time. How weird. Got me thinking though about how memory can be and probably is, suppressed through shock, pain and grief. It's not so much PTSD as shutting down that part of the brain to protect oneself.
When I realised the connection with the walk and the past events, I began to feel free. I realised that I am well on the way to being healed and that I am more detached than I had given myself credit for and I began to feel that the original me, the one before I met H, the me that fell in love with H and the me that enjoyed life to its fullest seizing every opportunity is coming back and coming back at a stronger level.
I slept very little last night, brain wasn't busy but couldn't sleep. This morning as I write, I feel a slight shift in me. Can't put my finger on it but I feel as though I have more purpose and more energy. Hmmm Interesting!!