Maybe she's just waiting for that jump husband!!!! Get some of that moonshine off Delia and get it down your W's neck
Delia, unfortunately Mrs Tiggywinkle doesn't come out that often and when she does she tends to get flattened by the traffic - causes havoc with her wardrobe - and then theres all the tiny tiggy's to look after!!!! Sorry to dissolusion you
However, on the up side, I live a stones throw away from Silverstone and at the moment Lewis Hamilton ROCKS, (for those of you that may follow formula 1 racing), and he is going to be here this weekend. My eldest daughters boyfriend is able to get into the racing pits and he keeps trying to get my daughter to go with him. She would rather go and spend time with her horse!!! My H and I keep asking the boyfriend if he'll get us into the pits but we just aren't young and pretty enough
There is a bridleway that goes right through the grand prix track but I don't think even I am stupid enough to try riding that in the middle of the race...... although with a bit of moonshine in me it is a thought.........
Saffie, (having a bit of a loony day).
Saffie me 46 H 46 M in 1986 D20,D18,S16,D13 H's A 01/05 to 07/06 H recommitted to M 07/06 renewed vows 09/06 Going from strength to strength
I'm glad to see you have no "pissed at men" issues. ;-) Damn that man that broke your heart.
When I'm not wearing heavy chain mail and fighting orcs, I take some time to write about my life. Actually, I never really do that, but I'll do that now, to share with you guys, since you have brightened my day with your funny posts.
Ok, I live in the NE. In a decent-cized city. I have a front porch and a back yard. It's a front porch neighborhood -- built in the 1890's and early 1900's. People stroll and visit their neighbors. I send send my kids to the corner store to buy milk. They can walk to school. They can bike to a large park where they play baseball in little league. The park has a lake where they can fish. On one of the steets, some new business have been popping up: two trendy cafes, two nice restaurants, a wine shop. All within walking distance. The weather has been cool lately. So I spend the evenings on the front porch catching the breeze. The backyard gets the early morning sun. The block is lined with 75 year-old London Plane Trees which frame the street like a catherdeal. It's a green canopy that makes the summers cooler. For this I must fall on my knees and thank God. We just moved here and rented this house. I hope it will help heal our marriage. Sometimes space, light and green growing things can nurture our hearts. Maybe, maybe not.
Sometimes I feel like a fool and a doormat. Sometimes I feel like a hero, fighting to give my children a home with two parents and the light of God. Sometimes I remember that my wife, in her MLC and affair, had really lost herself and it's my calling to be patient, and to try lovingly help her out of her fog. There's little I can do. Maybe, through the fog I can call her name, her true name: passionate and faithful wife, loving mother, healer, beloved daughter of her Heavenly Father.
Chain mail aside, I feel the need to awaken my passionate, loving, joyful, clear, purposeful warrior that lies dormant within me. If you guys are the praying sort, please throw a couple up for me.
I remember those ghost stories, too--"The Golden Arm"--"The Black Velvet Ribbon." There was always some kid who told them really well.
I remember the first time I heard the Golden Arm. I was 8 and on a week's vacation with my parents at a beach resort. One of the guys who lived there, and old Irish man, set up a bonfire, and gathered all the kids. He told us the Golden arm story.
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How come some people get to live in California, when other, much more deserving people have to live with skeeters in the back yard?
Bloom where you are planted, hun. Or, maybe, come up and visit a certain Northeastern city. Warm our chilly hearts with your Southern sarcasm -- errr.... I mean charm. ;-)
It's good to hear from you. It sounds like a beautiful neighborhood, and very safe. For some reason, I thought that I had read that a lot of the old Plane trees were dying--or maybe I've got them mixed up with American elms? I like gardening, and I like the kinds of plants that grow in the NE (more Englishy kinds of flowers, like Saffie!).
Have you seen any improvements, however small, in your relationship with your wife? I don't know quite how long you've been going through this, but it's been about nine months of separation between me and my husband, and it was only two days ago that he actually offered an apology. It wasn't an apology about any of the affairs he's had. He apologized because he lost his temper with me during a discussion about the kids. I said, "You need to treat me with respect." He hung up. Called back, left a message apologizing.
Up until now, I've been DB'ing away like a Victorian Angel in the House, being very sweet, and very unlike myself. When he bullied me about the D, instead of making unpleasant remarks about OW's poems (bad Delia), I would get slightly weepy and leave the room (good, Victorian Delia).
I stand up to him a tiny bit and he crumbles?
Such is my opinion concerning the doormat issue. My experience may apply to you. It may not.
And I'll just add, since you mentioned that this board helps you, that it helps me a lot, too. My H is not a bad dude. I once respected him a great deal because he had a great store of knowledge about things I knew very little about--Zen, music, history, books I hadn't read. But, yes, he did break my heart, and what's more, he's hurt our children. He once was a terrific father, and now he's a loser in that department. So, yes, before I found this board, I was thinking about men in a certain way. Thinking about going out to California and joining a Sapphic (sp?) Naturist colony, and weaving on a loom and stuff, and writing self-help books for children with titles like "I have 800 Mommies." But then I started reading what men were writing about their wives and children. It totally floored me. I thought that all men wanted to get RID of their wives and children. Long-married men had those kinds of emotions? The same kind women had? I admit that I was stupid to be so astonished.
It was a huge boost to my optimism regarding people in general. It's been an enormous help to me to see men as they are--not as the masks they tend to hide behind. Sometimes I think that what they are is better than what they pretend to be. And sometimes not!
But this is the Fourth! We've got to get out and celebrate!
But then I started reading what men were writing about their wives and children. It totally floored me. I thought that all men wanted to get RID of their wives and children. Long-married men had those kinds of emotions? The same kind women had? I admit that I was stupid to be so astonished.
It was a huge boost to my optimism regarding people in general. It's been an enormous help to me to see men as they are--not as the masks they tend to hide behind. Sometimes I think that what they are is better than what they pretend to be. And sometimes not!
Delia - I've been amazed as well. I thought that only my Dad was like that He seriously is.. That's what I grew up with.. A man who loved his family beyond anything. A man with so much integrity and honor. So, I keep asking myself "where did I go wrong? aren't we supposed to marry men just like our fathers?"
Good to know that there really are more out there!
I had a really gentle dad. He was shy and awkward, didn't say much. My mother kicked him out when they were both in their forties. To this day I don't understand it. But he kept coming around the house, mowing the lawn, fixing the plumbing, paying all the bills. It sure wasn't DB'ing. They ended up back together, though.
He was awkward with his feelings, but you didn't mess with his family. And there ARE more of them out there.
It's funny that you mention marrying a man just like our fathers. I had that conversation with my dad the other day. He is the most kind and compassionate man you will ever meet. The ironic thing is he didn't become my "dad" until I was 9 and he married my mother. My real father died when I was a baby. My "dad" adopted me soon after they were married. My mother died from cancer about 12 years ago. My dad has since remarried and lives about 4 hours from me, but he is still my rock.
It's nice to know from reading these boards that men like our fathers still do exist.
Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are. -- Bernice Johnson Reagon
My H and I keep asking the boyfriend if he'll get us into the pits but we just aren't young and pretty enough 
