Currently I am doing some re-reading of books that I have but if I get time I may just pick that book up. I am coming out of my funk of taking my ball and going home in this M. It is predictable. I get into those funks and it takes a few weeks to work through them. I guess if I get into funks for weeks at a time then my H must too. In fact, he TELLS me he does but I still expect him to pursue me anyway. That is very screwed up of me.
I had this epiphany when we took the kids to the pool this weekend. There was an older man there with his trophy bride - she had to be at least 20 years his junior, probably more. She was a VERY hot number. Sexy black bikini, sandals with heels, lots of jewelry, bronzed skin, plastic surgery enhanced bosom, sitting up there like the Rocks of Gibralter. One of her very impressive breasts had popped out of her bathing suit and she didn't notice for quite a while. All the neighborhood Dads were getting quite an eyeful, as were my two 20 something foster sons and my 14yo. If my H even looked I didn't see it. I'm sure he was interested and I probably wouldn't have cared, she was quite lovely but I know that he didn't look out of respect for me. He's a good man and I would do well to remember that.
