Wow, sounds like the poem the OW wrote your H was real Shakespeare like stuff - NOT!!!! I mean flowers and bees? Hey, let's throw in a little sunshine and butterflies too, just for good measure lol!
I can picture you, sitting on the floor, reading that poem, rolling your eyes, and laughing your a$$ off
I know in my heart that H and OW will not work out long-term, it just baffles me that it has lasted as long as it has. They are truly the blind leading the blind!
H came home tonight not in the cheeriest of moods again. Came upstairs to change, but didn't really talk to me. Didn't ask me how my evening was or how the boys were. I just pleasantly kept watching last week's survivor I was trying to catch up on.
I feel like he keeps trying to do the pursuit/distance cha cha, and is starting to realize he doesn't have a partner. Oh well!
And here's just another thought I'm throwing out there...
A year ago (and longer), he had two woman swooning over him. Now I'm guessing she has gone from adoration to neediness and pressure, and I just don't pay attention to him most of the time.
No, I don't think this is how he envisioned this going down. At all.
Oh well. Not my problem.
Goodnight
Bomb January 2012 - doesn't feel the same about me
~ "There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance."
