tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171367346634124525.post2350163819166227202..comments2023-07-06T07:56:43.032-04:00Comments on So F*cking Fabulous I Piss Glitter: An "A-Ha" DisasterAprylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17644829163969794409noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171367346634124525.post-31703133913709922502011-06-06T14:23:08.637-04:002011-06-06T14:23:08.637-04:00Thanks for the shout out...*kiss*
You have to ask...Thanks for the shout out...*kiss*<br /><br />You have to ask yourself what you want, and IF the person you are with is capable of giving you that. I know my husband well enough to know it was not some deep-seeded malcontent with our relationship or that he was horny and wanted to screw someone. He let himself fall into a dark hole and compromise who he was. And he needed me, and I didn't know. He didnt want to be weak and tell me, but didn't realize he was being weaker by NOT telling me. That being said, if his ass does it again, his shit will be piled, on fire perhaps, in the driveway. I don't play games with serial cheaters or habitual liars...or my heart.<br />Time DOES heal all wounds, but the scars are always there. <br />Sorry for writing a book...lolThe Glamorous Army Wifehttp://theglamourouslifeofanarmywife.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com