I'm Not Hon

I do my darnedest to make sure I'm not touched.  Mostly I don't like it.  This doesn't apply to little kids or my child.  It used to not apply to Dave.  And then it did and for a very short period of time in 2012 it didn't. But now it does.  And so he had invited us over for dinner.  I accepted because the kids need to see him and he needs to see them.  I was blocking the doorway watching Connor when he wanted outside. Called me 'Hon' and put his hand on my shoulder.  And my skin crawled.  It took a lot of strength not to jerk away from him but to just move.  And I am not 'Hon' any longer.  It feels like he is still trying to lay claim and I don't like it.  Now he and the kids had a nice visit.  The kids were mostly behaved which helps.  But I think we need to put some time distance between these dinners also.  As we left he again called me hon and I don't like it.