She Said....

She said I was jealous.

She said you will always come running to her.

She said that you've always loved her and you and I never had a chance.

She laughed.

I smiled as sweetly as I could and replies,

"Sweetie, the only time he's ever been with me, he was clean and sober. Yet, the only times he's ever been with you was when he was a strung out junkie. Personally, if a guy had to be strung out and drunk to be with me, I don't think I'd be broadcasting how he chose me over the woman he was with while he was clean."

I know, I shouldn't bother. She's not worth it.

But damn it sure felt good.

She'll probably be a bitch to you tonight.

It's because she knows I was right.

Irony

Two of the last things my husband said before he skipped out on me was that I needed to lose "at least 10 pounds" and that he "needed another two weeks without the kids around".

On the 28th of December, I had a lumbar puncture (spinal tap) done to determine the cause of a severe headache I've had since October 31st. I ended up in the ER following the lumbar puncture and was admitted the next day. I spent the following week in the ER. Upon coming home, it was a week before I was anywhere close to well enough to have more then one of my children come spend the night with me (last night was that night). I still haven't worked my way back to having all three kids here full time yet, but I'm getting there. As a result of these health problems, the scales tell me that I've lost (pause while I go get on the scales) 10 pounds! I didn't really didn't think it was going to be exactly 10 pounds. Irony. I lost 10 pounds and spent 2 weeks without the kids.