I'm such a shmuck. Such a dumb Dora. I debated about telling you this but you know me, I let it all out there so here goes...
Yesterday the married cheater called me. It had been more than two weeks since I had last seen or heard from him. I thought I was all done.
But then I said hello. I knew it was him before I did because it came up with his name, lying cheater.
He said "Hi honey." In that split second I almost started to cry but didn't.
The conversation wasn't much, how have you been kind of stuff. Why did I answer it? Why can't I block him? What the hell is wrong with me?
I have been with exactly three men in my life and two of them I was married to. One brief marriage out of high school and sarge and married cheater.
Now before my dreary lifed anonymous commenter jumps in here know up front you will be dealt with this time. I am in no mood to be pissed off by you again. I will find your IP address and go from there. You are cordially invited to keep the hate spewing from you to yourself. Oh, by the way, remember you said you weren't going to even read my blog again after you thought I was having an affair with Kyle. Ridiculous. And to the rest of you, please go easy on me - as you always do. I already have Kyle telling me all things a friend would tell someone in my situation. And I'm trying to listen to him. Trying hard. It's so sick all I want to do is cry my heart out - in his arms. But I won't of course. Now I shall paste on a smile and go have lunch with my dear son...