Yes, it appears from what she has posted you are right about her. I hadn't thought about that if they belive the LBS is an awful person they don't have to face the guilt of their actions being involved in breaking up someone else's marriage. That does fit for people's need to self justify doesn't it?
I thought the photos were tastefully done as well.
On the other hand I don't believe that D isn't good and over me so that wouldn't be a cause for my OW to have posted. I think she is just a spiteful B*tch and thought she could rub something in but since my blinders are gone I can see that D definitely has some issues he needs to deal with to have a sucessful R with anyone! I would have tried to work things out with him but with no changes I could never have lived that way again!!! I have discovered I *like* being in charge of me!!!
Pam
"We must be willing to let go of the life we had planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us"
Okay, so H went out tonight with a couple of buddies and i went to our local Mexican take-out joint to pick up some dinner for the kids and me. Parking was tight so i had to park a block away. Walking back to my car, i passed an apartment building where a party was obviously starting - several 20-something guys had pulled the sofa out to the lawn, a table with booze was set up, several guys and a couple of women (obviously things were just starting).
So as I walk by, one of the guys starts up a convo with me, (in a "come on and join our party" way) asking if I have groceries in the bag. I tell him no, it's dinner for the kids, and he says "aw, you don't look old enough to have kids". Then I told him my oldest was at Berkeley and his jaw dropped and he said "No way!!!".
What I didn't get to tell him is - I'm gonna turn 50 this week!!!!
Okay, I don't feel so bad about this birthday now! (He was kinda cute, too! )
Funny, I was just thinking of your thread as I was sitting here...feeling VERY confused in my sitch and a bit overwheled at the A situation, and I remembered how wonderfully you handled things and how you and H are in a great place now.
I'll read your sitch again, and would appreciate any advice you could give. I'm confused as to whether we can get through this, if things will change/end, and if H really wants the M. Ahhhh, so many questions.
Hmmmm...you don't suppose this current craze for waxing off pubic hair is being fueled by baby boomers trying to get rid of the tell-tale gray hairs down there?????
I've been thinking of writing a sci-fi story about a future where young men have to worry whether that "young chick" they picked up in the bar is really 20 - or 60!!! Kind of a horror story, doncha think?
I work with a group of surgical nurses and heard a horror story about that once. Apparently a woman who could not afford a professional wax job did her own. She incurred an ingrown hair "down there" which turned into some sort of nasty abcess. Again, not being able to afford proper medical care, said woman's boyfriend tried to lance it. Apparently things just spiraled out of control from there, and she ended up in our wound treatment clinic.
So much for "do it yourself"...and there's a damn good reason I'm on the business end of the healthcare stick!
Interesting spin on the sci-fi story. "Oh no! The botox wore off! I'm melting! Melting...meeeeeelllllllting.....!!!"
Of course, if one would want to return to one's 'natural' state, it'd require hair transplants.
Okay, the world has just become that much more incredibly complex...
Happy Birthday, Ellie! Thanks for all the wonderful advice to me and on the board. You know what? Your story doesn't surprise me one bit. There's something incredibly attractive about a woman who ages with grace, wisdom, and confidence. This past weekend, I dated a woman 12 yrs older than anyone I've dated/M in the past and she was very hot to me. And no, there wasn't any of that "Mother" stuff going on either, M.
I'll admit, I must be too old-fashioned, but this current trend towards obsessively removing body hair from various places creeps me out. Yes, I'll shave my legs and underarms, but THAT'S IT!!!!
And btw, real men are SUPPOSED to have hair on their chests!!!!
here's a birthday story for ya--figured it was fitting considering the trend your thread is going (hope you don't get too creeped out--and this is NOT my story, I swear!)
(And I'm sure you are one hot mamma!) Althea --------- Subject: A tale of woe & laughter!
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet."
So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out.
(YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!)
I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship.
I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip).
I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP! I'm blind! Blinded from pain!....OH MY GOD! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip.
CRAP! Another deep breath and RRIIPP! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.
I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!
There's no hair on it. Where is the hair? WHERE IS THE WAX? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax.
CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. DAMN! I hear the slamming of a cell door.
Vagina? Sealed shut!
Butt? Sealed shut!
I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water! Hot water melts wax!
I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right?
WRONG! I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.
So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?"
She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH! Right!
I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.
My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!
The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. " It works! IT WORKS!"
I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!.
So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.
I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color......
I think she is just a spiteful B*tch and thought she could rub something in but since my blinders are gone I can see that D definitely has some issues he needs to deal with to have a sucessful R with anyone! I would have tried to work things out with him but with no changes I could never have lived that way again!!! I have discovered I *like* being in charge of me!!! 
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