Hey, sorry I couldnt take you call. I was out to dinner with friends.

Sweetie, I know what that feels like, when you are not sure if you were living the same life as he was. It hurts.

But, I have come to feel that, at the end of the day, it doesnt really matter. I know my truth. I dont really care what he thinks his is. HIs problem.

And who cares who he hires and why? I dont think our h's are capable of guilt. Not my problem. I wouldnt want to be him for anything.