Oh Eric, what does punkin want? Ice cream and moonbeams and whiskers on kittens. The absolute truth is I don't think I know. Most times I'm able to think ahead, to a future without H in it, sometimes I just want to curl into a ball and hide under the covers. Sound familiar, anyone?
Why did I place h on a pedestal? Because he was simply my knight in shining armor, or, more realistically, my hunk in plaid riding a rusty Chevy. I believed in him absolutely. His intelligence, his drive, his committment, everything. Even when things were bad I was telling myself I was such a lucky girl. And I know that's an insult to myself. He, on the other hand, always told me he would never have succeeded if not for me.
I should have a timeline? The only thing I can think of is how long I'll hang on after it's obviously a bust. Self defeating, but truth. Oh, and believe me, my outside world will be totally unaware that I have a doubtful bone in my body. Just the people on this Board.
Do I bake cookies? Occasionally, but I'm afraid I'm more of a McDonald's drive thru kid's meal grandma. That, and gummy bears.
