Uh, uh, (ow!) F1 came and found me after school. She is pulling my hair and twisting my underwear to make me tell the truth. She is not preggers. I am SORRY FOR THE LIE!!!!!!!!

UNCLE ALREADY!!!!!

Ouch!

That's better, now pass the tequila please. I have to self medicate.

Bomb 1/06
D dismissed 11/07, attempt reconciliation. Premature.
Divorce final October 31, 2008.
OW looks like bad history. Over.
Still hopeful. Baby steps.
In R with my X.