It's now 11:22 a.m. EST. I'm crying now. I saw a picture of us at our wedding reception (it was in a drawer, just kind of 'sitting' there). He looked so gorgeous (he has these amazing eyes and jet black hair), and I was pregnant with Isabella (yes, shot-gun wedding, but we were so in love).
I was doing so much better last couple of days. To the point where I didn't even think I wanted him back! Was feeling kind of exited about my future.
I guess this is the roller-coaster everyone talks about. God, it hits you out of nowhere, doesn't it? And it just a double-whammy knowing that he is "so in love" with ow (his words) and I KNOW it's not about ow, but it's so f'ing painful. She's replaced me. I can remember SO clearly when he was crazy about me. I had never been chased by anyone like he chased me. Never. I wasn't even that interested at first. But his wit and loyalty won me over.
