I don't wear my rings. I miss them, but can't wear them right now. It's such a personal decision.
I've told my h that I could live with divorcing our old m, but don't want to divorce him... that a better relationship and m is possible for us. That was quite awhile ago and I think that "Air Supply" has been playing in his head for even longer.
Why can't they all be forced to read Scott Peck's book and be 2X4'd into accepting that love is an action, not a feeling. That romantic love doesn't last forever, and can be replaced by vintage love (check out Al Turtle's website).
Sorry to hear you were crying at Starbucks. I never seem to have the time to get to the washroom when I have one of my public meltdowns. I've never cried so much in my life. I think that people generally understand.
A few challenging bits of business today - huge snow dump and public transit strike made traffic terrible this morning. I had to shovel the car out because the snow removal service hadn't arrived yet (I'm not supposed to shovel this year because I had emergency surgery 6 weeks ago; however, additional pain killers are now justified!). Oh, and there's been no heat in the house since yesterday (very, very cold here right now) because the furnace broke. It should be fixed by tonight but man, thank goodness the sun is shining on the fresh snow! Ain't life grand (not)!
