I dropped the kids off at the halfway point so H could have them for an overnight. MIL was with him, which was good, I needed a smiling face. I got out of the car and looked up to see H glaring at me. His tone wasn't nasty, but if looks could kill...
I did what you said, gr8. Hair done, makeup on, new top that accentuated some newly uncovered curves--too bad I was only going to get my hair cut. My plans fell through for tonight, so here I sit, all dressed up with no place to go, having a few drinks and doing my best not to post anything on facebook that would alert anyone that I'm not out having a good time. Leave everyone (H) wondering what I'm up to instead of telling the whole world that I'm sitting at home trying not to cry because my babies are at their first overnight with their father who just happens to hate me.
Good times.
A bright spot in my day--I stopped a the state store that happens to be right beside the salon & discovered that they carry my absolute favorite wine. Moscato D'Asti. Most places carry just a Moscato, if they carry it at all. So I was excited to see that. I bought a bottle to put in the fridge to enjoy when I'm in a better mood. And I think I got hit on while I was there--maybe not since it's been so long since a man (who wasn't a patient or a patient's family member) has spoken to me in a kindly fashion.
Too bad the only man I want to be nice to me looked at me as though I had horns growing out of my head.
formerly known as "shelbel" Me 40, stbxh 40 DSs 9, 7 & 3 M9, T10 Stbxh is a diagnosed bipolar & an addict. The end.
