Like Donna, as this year rolls by and the seasons change, I realize a mistake has turned into a fling, and this fling has turned into an affair, and now it is an addiction. Perhaps even a real relationship, but how could that be real?
I think about where I was this time last year and realize I was not really happy with him then. He did not get me anything special for my birthday or plan anything at all the way my BFF's H does each year.
I honestly think my H checked out that morning he drove me to the hospital the day my S2 was born and he yelled at me while I was laboring in the car. He seemed to have so much hatred for me at that moment. I somehow knew I was bearing an unwanted child to a down man. Please tell me this is not atypical, but he was a real jerk to me during my pregnancy and delivery. I thought Dads were supposed to be all supportive and blissful but then there are all those homicides related to pregnant women. Whatever, I am tired.
OK now who is rewriting history?
Me:38 H:39 MLC M:10 R:23 years D6 S3 Bomb: Easter, 2007 "Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day."
