Well, this is certainly true. But I do feel that Steve had less reason to be loyal to me. Or to put it another way, that he lived up to his side of the contract. We had a "deal" that, while we weren't exclusive, we would tell each other if we started seeing someone else. Which he did.
Okay. Major eye roll on this end. PUH-LEEZE. He called to tell you he was seeing your BEST FRIEND.
Quote: Though, just can't understand why this episode made me fall apart in the way that it did. And I really mean fall apart, I lost 15 pounds (which I certainly did not need to do, spent most of my days crying or sleeping, and couldn't really perform adequately, either as a mother to my son or at work. Taking a shower was a major effort. I lost so much weight that I had to be hospitalized for about a week, while they basically forcefed me.
You lost twice, that's why. You lost your H to another woman... and then on the rebound you lost the man you WANTED everything to be perfect with to your best friend. Reality became a bit too much for you, in my mind. Would you give yourself a break, please? Double whammy. Throw in the betraying friend and I believe we could call this a Triple Dog Whammy. The mother load of all below the belt hits. And you wonder why you fell apart... yeesh. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were me... smack your head, woman.
Quote: What I think is that, post-X, I developed such close relationships with my girlfriends, that the realization that I couldn't trust them either just push me over the edge. Sound about right?
NOOOOOOO.... Sweety you SOLD them to each other. You talked about your wonderful friend to your boyfriend... you talked to your best friend about your wonderful boyfriend... you KNEW this guy wasn't for you... you set yourself up. As cruel as that sounds... you proved to yourself, without a doubt, that you were NOT worthy...
However, there is this small little part of Landica that has got an amazing amount of GRIT.... that is just not buying into this whole victim thing you got going... which is why you are so confused.
You try to convince me that you know nothing of boundaries, nothing of self-respect, nothing of intimacy... but I'm not the one hiding from it... YOU are. (I have my own schtick going, quite similar to yours.... so it makes it easy for me to call YOU out on it.)
Not buying it, woman. You are one tough cookie, one smart lady, you got great instincts... you know, in your heart, what is best for you... yet you got through life ignoring it in preference for proving your unworth and putting yourself in the hospital. Okay.
Quote: Well, this could be. Maybe I just learned to expect so little from my father, in terms of love, affection, affirmation, that I'll too easily settle for little from another man.
This is the understatement of the year. Perhaps this is why you have dodged my question... what, exactly, are you getting out of the current situation with your XH? Exactly as it is... and he's currently being sweet, my azz. His radar is up... something ain't right in dodge... he KNOWS you are onto him, and you are very close to kicking his poor worthless butt to the curb. Can we say... M-A-N-I-P-U-L-A-T-I-O-N?
Quote: it's the way I felt about him that I miss. I just looooved him
God, woman, the tiny gems that just SPILL out of you. You miss being 'IN LOVE.' You're not 'in love' now... so what the fck you doing? WHY are you not out there finding someone who deserves your being in loveness?
Quote: 'm not going to remain in a sexless relationship forever. Of course, it's a little trickier than I realized, because X has now told me that the anti-depressants he's on make it impossible for him to, um, get it up. And, while I recognize that, theoretically, there are lots of other *things* we could do, what I really, really like is *real* sex.
Oh for the love of GAWD, I'm going to puke. Where is that friggin' wall for me to smash my head against.... I know I put it somewhere. I like you. I really do. You and I could have an honest rip roaring fcking great time together.
Let's see if you've learned anything... WHY am I ready to puke and then pound my head against a wall?
Corri, muttering to herself, questioning her saneness about wanting to smack a prosecutor upside the head... and alternately wanting to hug the sh!t outta her... just cuz she needs a hug...
