Sometimes, I just don't know what to say. I used to think my worst fear was finding out something happened to my husband or one of my kids, something fatal. But now I'm thinking that isn't it
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I did email a sincere and mortified apology, and they've been very nice about it. I just hate that they needed me, I promised them I'd be there, and then I seemed to have blown them off. Which I didn't. Kel and I were actually hoping to ditch the kids this weekend and go up there alone so we could go to the after party with them and stay the night.
Sheesh. *facepalm*
I dunno. I KNOW logically, forcing myself to be a different sort of woman is not going to make anyone happy. My husband didn't fall in love with a seemingly perfect girly girl - he knew what I was when he met me, and I can't tell you how many times instead of going on a date, I'd help him get his truck running again because he couldn't afford to have someone fix it for him. We went fishing sometimes, just because he had no money to pay for dinner and a movie, or shot rifles together w/his friends when deer season was close and it was time to practice and site in the guns. Stuff like that. Not my idea of perfect romance, but I loved him enough to enjoy doing anything with him, even if it wasn't what Hollywood says you're supposed to do.
I guess... eh. I just feel like a freak of nature living in this area, and being the person I am and its my mistake that put me on this path of thought again. I'll get over it. Sorry for the rant.
Sheesh. *facepalm*
I dunno. I KNOW logically, forcing myself to be a different sort of woman is not going to make anyone happy. My husband didn't fall in love with a seemingly perfect girly girl - he knew what I was when he met me, and I can't tell you how many times instead of going on a date, I'd help him get his truck running again because he couldn't afford to have someone fix it for him. We went fishing sometimes, just because he had no money to pay for dinner and a movie, or shot rifles together w/his friends when deer season was close and it was time to practice and site in the guns. Stuff like that. Not my idea of perfect romance, but I loved him enough to enjoy doing anything with him, even if it wasn't what Hollywood says you're supposed to do.
I guess... eh. I just feel like a freak of nature living in this area, and being the person I am and its my mistake that put me on this path of thought again. I'll get over it. Sorry for the rant.
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