Okay, well...he said he's been divorced for 2 years, but he only moved out of the house a year ago. He said they attempted to live together for the kids' sake, but he needed his life back. And then he said, "But it scares me to have to find someone else and start my life all over again at age 35."
I do know which apartment...when we talked, he blurted out, "Oh, I'm moving to number 58; I got my 2-bedroom apartment. You know what...I should grab your number." I gave it to him, then he said, "Let me give you mine." And I've seen the kids a few times, said hello to them. There were times when I'd leave in the morning, they'd come and stand at the door, and I'd wave to them.
One time, I came home at the same time that the mother dropped them off, and I heard one of the girls say, "Mommy, that's the lady that Daddy..." and then I couldn't understand what she said. But the mother seemed to get very embarrassed; when she said hello to me, she was blushing.
I don't know...my brain says forget it, my heart and intuition say to give him some more time.