I am sorry for your bomb day anniversary, I had mine back in August and for as prepared as I thought I was, it was still hard.
My bomb was sort of a long slow explosion, I "caught" H (via a cell phone bill for middle of the night calls to Brazil) while he was still in Brazil and had to wait about 5 more days until he got home.
I of course did all of the usual begging crying stupid stuff that we now know to be totally bad dbing. I even went down to the basement and drug out some love letters that H wrote to me when I was in college, then showed them to him when he got back home and then attacked him with some skanky lingerie.
I am sure that you get the picture and I have to laugh at it now with the perspective of time.
No wonder H didn't think that my changes were real, I am sure that it did look like I was desperate, well, because I was.
So if you want to tell me your bomb story I will be gald to listen, otherwise we can just chalk it up for experience.
