Oh, we are too much alike.Again, SG's answers very closely reflect my own thoughts though I could never have worded it so well.
No, I did not lead my husband on and I chose not to pretend I was otherwise than I am. Similarly, he chose not to act like someone else or hide his quirks while we dated. That way, we both knew what we were signing ourselves up for. Sixteen years later, it still amazes me that he loves me just the way I am and that he chose me over his totally gorgeous and incredibly nice ex-girlfriend. (Yes, I met her and she’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever come across.)
I'm sorry Maryn. I think I know what you're talking about but haven't been over there yet.So, my day is becoming kind of blue. Anybody wanna cuddle? (I'm being silly, and I know it, but when I announced in the genre-specific thread that I'd finished something, nobody expressed any interest whatsoever. The regulars routinely crit and beta for one another, know the names of one another's characters, and act as cheerleaders for every effort. I'm feeling like the Little Match Girl watching the people in the warm house have their fancy meal. Sigh... Okay, I'm done. Big girls hitch up their socks and seek their validation elsewhere.)(Yes, Sassy, I'm wearing socks!)
I'd have a glass of wine, but I have to drive later. A woman in my critique group has a one-act play getting a script-in-hand reading tonight, and I want to go. Even though it means parallel parking the minivan in poorly-plowed city streets. God, I hope it's not park-on-the-left day.
Maryn, dour and sour, thank you very much
I know this feeling. I can't be there in your physical space to comfort you with the hug I'd most certainly give you (wanted or not) so I will just say that when I'm feeling like this, a nice hot bath, flannel pj pants and hoodie with slippers and one of my rag quilts in front of the fire place with hot cocoa (marshmallows included) and a good romantic comedy or comedy in general lift my spirits and if I was there, we'd gab into the night and giggle ourselves silly.So, my day is becoming kind of blue. Anybody wanna cuddle? (I'm being silly, and I know it, but when I announced in the genre-specific thread that I'd finished something, nobody expressed any interest whatsoever. The regulars routinely crit and beta for one another, know the names of one another's characters, and act as cheerleaders for every effort. I'm feeling like the Little Match Girl watching the people in the warm house have their fancy meal. Sigh... Okay, I'm done. Big girls hitch up their socks and seek their validation elsewhere.)(Yes, Sassy, I'm wearing socks!)
I'd have a glass of wine, but I have to drive later. A woman in my critique group has a one-act play getting a script-in-hand reading tonight, and I want to go. Even though it means parallel parking the minivan in poorly-plowed city streets. God, I hope it's not park-on-the-left day.
Maryn, dour and sour, thank you very much
LOL. Show off. I'll bring hot cocoa alternatively.As long as you bring coffee, I think we'd all be fine.
(Though I get up at 4:30, so noon is nap time)
You guys would hate me. LOL. I'd come knocking on your doors with a pot of coffee and drag you to the table with your latest work for a critiquing circle first thing in the morning. Okay so granted for me first thing is like NOON.
Thanks for all the kind comments, everyone. Truth is, I'm not even looking in that direction right now (unlike the ex, who has reverted to the behavior of a 20 year old). My concentration is on the kids and making sure they get through this in the best way possible. I am thinking in abstract terms of what is ahead relationship-wise, and while it doesn't scare me, it does give me pause to realize that my list of deal-breakers seems to be fairly lengthy. My plan is to just do my thing and see what turns up, then deal with the possibilities. But everything is back seat to my dedication to my little ones. If I do nothing else but help them become productive, caring adults, I'm good. All of that calm logic, however, is stained by some current bitterness. I vent it here because I don't want the kids to see a bit of it at home.And Fizz: Don't give up. There is hope. Somewhere out there, you'll find the right lady. And if SG and I are any indication, that special lady probably has umpteen "twin sisters" scattered throughout the world just so your odds of finding her are improved.