News of my S is slowly spreading around my office. One of the partners I work for all the time asks me at least twice a day if I am okay. I swear that he is waiting for me to burst into tears. The funny thing is that for six months (and the entire year before that) I have come to work every day and just keep going no matter how much my heart was breaking and no one had any idea. My best friend at work who has known since BD told me that two people have come to her to ask questions. At least I can go to her and laugh about their crazy questions. I am glad that I did not tell everyone right after BD because I would have not been prepared to talk to people about this. Hopefully the news of my S gets old after this weekend and there is some other good gossip to focus on next week that I am not involved in.
