Cereal at midnight

I just had cereal.  I know, it’s really not anything very remarkable.  But it is.  For the longest time, if I had a craving for cereal at midnight I could not indulge.  Why, you ask?  Because he would believe that I was spying on him, looking at his phone, etc.  When I could have cereal again at midnight I knew that she was gone.  The … Continue reading Cereal at midnight


We just returned from a vacation in the mountains.  I highly recommend a mountain trip to truly do some soul searching and find yourself and each other again.  We went to one of our favorite places.  The odd thing is, this place is also where it began for them on an overnight business trip.  But, it was our place first and the thought of that … Continue reading Mountains

How are those sheets working out for you now?

I have a list of things I want to say to the OW, but probably won't. But, the title there above is a big one. Her smug and callous bragging that she screwed my husband on the sheets he bought her still makes my blood boil. But, at the same time I want to throw it back at her. After all, those sheets will never … Continue reading How are those sheets working out for you now?

What is wrong with me?

For some unknown reason, that maybe only the rest of you could possibly understand, I have found myself creeping on the OW's blog. She hasn't updated it in months, and I know this. So why do I keep looking? No idea. But, if you have the answer, please share. I keep asking myself why I even care. But, for some reason I do. We both … Continue reading What is wrong with me?

I heard myself say the words that all men are assholes

A few years ago I would have never generalized like that. But, a few years ago things were different. I find myself saying a lot of things that I would have never said before. I also find myself thinking things I never thought before. I remember hearing a comedian about ten years ago say during his act that all men cheat and proceeded in a … Continue reading I heard myself say the words that all men are assholes

I get the joy of rediscovering you

I get to breathe you in all over again. I can feel those butterflies like I did twenty years ago when you touch my skin. I can see with new eyes and imagine with new thoughts. All of the familiar things are still there newly touched with a bit of glitter. My heart that only beat for you now beats a little faster, but also … Continue reading I get the joy of rediscovering you