The OW in my sitch lives across the street. And is older. And has 4 kids. And is a skank. Many people have said, HER?! A few have said that they could have seen a 22-year-old lanky girl, not this (like that is supposed to make me feel better?)
I guess one of the problems was I didn't feel threatened by her early enough.
Just got back from picking up D. H had a headache, but had a sleeveless shirt on, and jeans with a rip in the hip...damn, I wish he would break out in hives or something, so I'd stop thinking about him. It was terrible to have him in the house and not be able to touch him. This is not too much better.
But we got ice cream on the way home :0) and that helped pull me up before I came all the way down.
Irish, I am down 30 lbs and 5--6 pants sizes. Still losing, and look really good. I spent 45 minutes getting ready for the 3 minute interaction with H tonight, and I look better than I have in years. But its routine again, so if he doesn't come to appreciate it, someone will.
