MF,

And where did you buy those red pumps?!? eek I've seen some online stores that cater to that sort of thing. shocked They sell other clothing and umm.. things. I'll shave my legs for cycling season, but that is as far as it goes for this boy.

I apologize. I've been so wrapped up in my own sitch that I haven't had time to read your thread. I just popped in on the end of it the other day. I really should go back to the beginning of the thread. I have a day off on Friday. Maybe I can read up on a few of the people helping me, too. I get the feeling your story is pretty interesting.

Proof or no proof? Well. I walked in on the proof rolling around on the floor like teenagers in my last marriage. If I would have been fifteen minutes later, the proof would have been fully naked. I think this time I'll choose to not know.

So your H isn't admitting to anything? That must be pretty frustrating. That would drive me nuts. But Rob is right. You have to trust your gut. My gut was right in my last marriage. I think it is right this time. I'm just not sure what I'm right about. She is an incredibly bad liar and for a gal who has about six books geared toward Machiavellian thinking (I know, I packed them up), she sure is a bad manipulator. She can't escape her lily white upbringing. If I were you, I'd be Machiavellian, and get the phone records.

And as for my earlier composure, it is pretty bad right now. I had long night teaching bagpipes and my mind kept wandering to the W. It also seems to happen when I am tired or have low blood sugar. I think about how the W and I interact, and how much I don't *like* her a lot of the time, but still miss her and want her back. I keep thinking the girl I married is still in there somewhere. I feel like Jon Favreau in "Swingers" and he is pining away in his apartment for the girl that dumped him. I wonder about sitch's like yours where both S's are in the house together. It must be very weird, yet also comforting at the same time.

--Fergie