Rereading my original post, I think I sound a bit pompous. Let's just say that's the me I wish I was. Actually, I find I still care about the SOB. There is actually not a night that I do not wake up at some point because he has invaded my dreams. As for other men, I can't even begin to go there. Far too many years of being faithful and true. Everyone and everything just feels wrong at this point. In my nightly prayers, I always ask that " I'll stop dreaming about him" Sad, isn't it?
