I am in bed with my TV on lifetime, coffee close, laptop in lap, reading glasses, (gulp got yesterday lol), loving this relaxing morning. My oldest three are with friends (they all had sleepovers) and my youngest two are doing the cartoon playing quietly thing.
I’m sitting here doing some reading and thinking. Here is what I just read:
I don’t know. I think I made excuses, in a way, but I guess I think of them more as I made statements. I truly think I had an affair because I was unhappy. HE made me feel happy. I had fun with him. NONE of those are excuses. They are very true statements.