Not that there was much by the time the poor guy got home.
Seems that right after I skedaddled out of the market to beat him home, he got a call about a work disaster. So he had to dash back to the office carrying all the shmooshy sh*t, which actually might not be a bad thing because apparently Office Crush Girly was there and saw it and obviously got that it was for his wife who he loves.
By the time he got home, the lobster had been out of the fridge for a while so was maybe a little sketchy, so we had the chocolates and the wine which I really couldn't complain about. Feeling the way I did in the couple of hours before he got home made me realize that (like some lovely commenters have been saying) I need to let go of this if this second chance is going to have a chance.
So I did. I'm officially re-joining the ranks of the "Love Refugees" (even though my guy is as American as apple pie!)