Thanks for the chat today, I needed that BAD. That was a great laugh. I have such a vision of him opening the parcel....... ROFL
M 19 years, MC for 8 months, DB'd for 8 months 4 kids; 18, 15, 14, & 10 I was never meant to be a doormat. It took me years of therapy to become assertive enough to stop his abuse.
M 19 years, MC for 8 months, DB'd for 8 months 4 kids; 18, 15, 14, & 10 I was never meant to be a doormat. It took me years of therapy to become assertive enough to stop his abuse.
((Gypsy)) you haven't posted since Monday. That means you're either doing really good & busy living life, or really bad & being a hermit. Which is it honey ? Do you have C today ?
Hugs
M 19 years, MC for 8 months, DB'd for 8 months 4 kids; 18, 15, 14, & 10 I was never meant to be a doormat. It took me years of therapy to become assertive enough to stop his abuse.
Cookie nailed it. What is it, darling friend? Happy or mopey?
I miss reading your beautiful posts. You don't always have to discuss WTS. You could tell us about the birth of your first or second... or make something up. I just love to read your beautiful words.
Hope you have a happy day.
xoxoxoxoxo & hugs hugs hugs
M: 37 H: 36 Married: Aug 13, 2004 Decision to Divorce: July 20, 2008 Reconciled: September 2008 Current: Ambivalence
Once upon a time there was a princess in a bog. Her sudden appearance was a mystery, the bejeweled satin slippers soon where brown with mud, the seed pearls delicately embroidered on the full skirts caught on spikey thorns creating a light trail of luminescene in her wake. The elegant attire was soon ragged as the princess wandered getting caught in spaces too narrow for her finery. With a huff and an umph and a toss of the curls she flounced fully annoyed at the radical change in her environment.
The princess, formally known as Cecilia Joanna Louisa-Marie Katrinanna Patrice, preferred to be called Kat much like the feline she so closely resembled. Instead of soft fur, her long tresses cascaded in waterfall waves down her back, her green eyes with a touch of mud sloped like angled almonds, bright and wide. The cheeks kissed with the hue of the last colors of sunset matched the dewy lips, sweetly contrasted by the pale skin with tinged with angel kiss freckles.
where do you buy them!