Wow, it is amazing how hormones affect us! I'm glad you're feeling better.
I understand now about the blog--I didn't realize that she was dropping those hints. You know that I also struggle with snooping, especially when there are signs that something is not right. I kept thinking about the post that you quoted from one of Slowly's old threads about how we should pity the ow--she is indeed pathetic and hypocritical. I guess if the signs only come from her end and not from SO, consider the source. It also sounds like you're in a place now where you can talk with SO about your concerns and look for some honesty and support, a la Slowly and the computer screen. Is that correct? Would that help?
You really have done an amazing job here, Martha. I admire what you've achieved and always check your thread for advice and insight. I'm often embarrassed to tell some of the things I've done that I know are not my best DBing moments. Sometimes I get whacked, but that still gives me something to think about.
This is one of my favorite poems. You are one of the people I think about now when I read it. Be well.
PHENOMENAL WOMAN by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size But when I start to tell them They think I'm telling lies. I say It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my steps The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.
I walk into a room Just as cool as you please And to a man The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees Then they swarm around me A hive of honey bees. I say It's the fire in my eyes And the flash of my teeth The swing of my waist And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say It's in the arch of my back The sun of my smile The ride of my breasts The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.
Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say It's in the click of my heels The bend of my hair The palm of my hand The need for my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.
