He should go to Boston...my sadness is misplaced with this man...he doesn't deserve my tears.

This time to tell me that he had had about all that he could take from me and that if I couldn't assure him that I would come back to Virginia he would go to the other woman...he said that he "just loved her"...

Without getting into specifics, what those words did was to take something that was special to our relationship, precious, and dear to us as a couple and callously and deliberately attributed it to the other woman.

And it hurt...it hurt a lot!!!

...then I hung up...and he called back...and I didn't answer...then he called back and left a message about me not being able to deal with the consequences of my decisions...then he called my cell phone and left a message...

Should I listen to the message? I don't think so...I think that would be a BAD DECISION!!!

I think he should go to Boston and leave me alone...

Like I promised I didn't pursue him...he called me to twist the knife a bit more I guess...he told me AGAIN how I had killed the relationship...he said that he would survive, that he would move to Boston to rekindle a past relationship with a woman who has a new house and just left her husband.

Time to put the Linkin Park CD into the sound system...

A second later my boss called...he thinks I'm great and he's talking about expanding his business and making me a integral part of the business.

It seems like I am not with out hope or options...but life is too much of a roller coaster sometimes...

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do.

Eleanor Roosevelt
US diplomat & reformer (1884 - 1962)


On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the most, my fear of what's going to happen next is 100. Yet, this thought takes me back to one of my other favorite quotes...

If you are going through hell, keep going.

Sunday traditions...they're great aren't they? I don't know why I find them to be so...perhaps they give structure to the unstructured weekend (that won't be the case much longer with soccer season coming up but oh well). Perhaps is just guaranteed time to have fun with the ones you love doing the things that you value.

When I was young I, like most children, got dragged off to church with one of my parents. My mum was Episcopalian, my dad was Baptist, and I was confused but it didn't matter because I felt loved.



I remember the smell of the incense, the slick stone floor, and the Alter at my mum's church...I remember the wooden pews, the grape juice communion, and the socializing at my dad's church.

After church it was time to come home, get out of the "Church" clothes, and have Sunday dinner!!! However, Sunday dinner was unlike any other weekday dinner it was special. Dinner was either at my home or at my Aunt Mary and Uncle Bill's home a few blocks away. My aunt and uncle had no children of their own, thus I was adopted.

Usually there was a nicely done piece of meat...
...lots of veggies...
...and dessert.


Then you had the rest of the day to veg out, go play, or whatever you wanted until the end of the day.

But I don't have any Sunday traditions right now and I'm feeling incomplete. The older cubs and their dad go swimming every Sunday, then to breakfast, and perhaps the arcade or putt putt. During this time the baby cub and I will go to McDonald's and bring our breakfast back to the house and eat. That's about all I can manage right now for lack of money or motivation. I'm just not feeling very presentable, very social right now...but I know that will eventually come back. When it gets warmer I'll be adding the playground to the adjenda.

But what are some of your Sunday traditions?...I'd love to know what special things you guys do. Whatever they are I hope you're enjoying them today. Take care.