Thursday, August 27, 2015


I keep forgetting that he checks out that blog.  You can say that I'm embarrassed right now, because I admitted to the whole world that I tried to seduce my husband, and it failed.  Now he knows too.  Don't I feel great?

I guess that T checked it out because I will not return his texts, or his tweets.  I even sent Derek to deliver the Baked Ziti I made for him.  It must be driving him crazy that I am ignoring him, and I know that he wants to talk to me about what happened, but I'm not ready yet.  I still don't know what to say.  

I've erased all of his text messages, but I think that I'll keep the last one that he sent--just to remind myself that I'm not a failure.  This was his last message:  "I read your blog.  Don't you dare ever talk that way about yourself again!".

I felt like crying, but then I had to laugh.  I know how mad he must have been when he read the post.  I could see him now.  He was probably cursing after he read it, and while he was sending me the text.  He was mad at P for rejecting me--for sure--but also mad at me for getting down on myself. He hates it when I do that, almost as much as when I wear that over-sized sunflower cover-up t-shirt by the pool. 

God, I want to talk to him.  I miss my best friend.

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