Amen to that, Sassy. I used to wear black on Valentine's Day. I would tell people I was in mourning. That is, until I met H. And he showered me with little random acts of kindness all through the year, so V-Day still wasn't "special" -- until that's the day we got married. So I think I'll be more upset over that day being my anniversary than it being another stinkin' romantic holiday. Bah humbug.
Mamabear, don't you worry about me! I'm fine. I'm 5 months pregnant; H left when I was about 5 weeks along, so he's been gone the majority of the time. I have two other children, but they aren't biologically my H's. They are both girls, ages 8 & 9. They've been my little rocks through this. We're all getting through it together.
Sometimes I wonder if my hormones impact the way I'm feeling toward my current sitch, but I think I'm handling it pretty darn well. Maybe they're actually *keeping* me from being so emotional instead of *causing* me to be. I dunno. But I'm fine, and I thank you very much for your concern. Every day gets a little brighter. I might fall off the horse sometimes, so to speak, but I try to climb right back in the ol' saddle.
I'm 5 months pregnant; H left when I was about 5 weeks along, so he's been gone the majority of the time. I have two other children, but they aren't biologically my H's. They are both girls, ages 8 & 9. They've been my little rocks through this. We're all getting through it together.