Ahhh. The stocking, Mattie. I went to drop my S10 off the other day, and I carried his hockey bag in for him. There on the mantle were three stockings: STBXs, D16, S10. (Not mine OR D18) It ripped what little heart I have out.
Some good news, however: I saw the woman I re-met at the gym after about 10 years last night We laughed at our daughters; she has two the same ages as mine.
A big take azway from Iraq is life is too short. We're just a 107mm rocket away from death at any moment (or a bus accident here!) I don't want to mourn anymore. Today, I don't want to be a victim. "f" that.
Finally, as she was about to leave, I asked her if she's like to go have diner one night. Pre-Iraq, I would never muster the courage or would have said "oh, I'm still married". She said "I'd like that". So would I. She's 44, I'm 53. Too big of an age difference? I don't think so, but what do you guys think? Maybe if she was 30, even 40 yes.
She's funny, smart and good looking, and as sarcastic as I am. I need some fun in my life, not a mother or a therapist. No expectations.
