blonds really do have more fun! for now at least... funny how everything seemingly complicated comes down to something so simple: sex. there is another person involved in this marriage (i will henceforth refer to her as bar-girl <--- too kind? perhaps, but i'll continue to be the grownup here.) he doesn't want this to be our "scapegoat" issue but in my world (the *real* world) it is our biggest obstacle, at least right now. at the very least it was our tipping point. (read the tipping point if you haven't already). while i don't know how far he and bar-girl have gone, i do know they went too far. and he's lied about it. in any case, he can't have us both. he'll have to choose between his family and bar-girl (who i suspect has no interest in being a step-mom anytime soon!) and he'll have to choose soon. while i'd like to go down to the restaurant (where they work together behind the bar) and spit in her face and call her a "home-wrecking whore" i deep down have relatively little anger toward her. no this was his doing friends.
and i'm mostly surprised by how little this revelation stings in comparison to everything else. and i'm shocked that this is how it all went down and how gracefully i'm handling dealing with it. "go me!"
and i'm mostly surprised by how little this revelation stings in comparison to everything else. and i'm shocked that this is how it all went down and how gracefully i'm handling dealing with it. "go me!"