And I don't like thinking about what's going to happen there when the boys are with me and she's "alone" -- I avoided the master bedroom for that reason. D*mn it.
Us paper bag dwellers think alike. I think about that too. Normal, I hope!
Yrd I think we all think about that. I got to the point where I had to make my mantra, "It doesn't matter what he does". The truth is that I realized that he was out there and he was going to do whatever he darn well pleased. My worrying about it wasn't going to change a thing. I repeated it over and over again when I would start to get that sick feeling in my stomach worrying. Eventually it stuck!
