Seventy pounds gone. More physically fit than I’ve been in 19 years. I look in the mirror and see the woman who is my internal self again. I’m healthy.
Life goes on. Even though I worry about my husband and his health, even though I love him as a friend and appreciate his desire, it’s not reciprocated. I’m going through the motions for the children & in the hope that it will return.
I am being professional and positive at work. I will not text you. Nothing ever happened between us except a few stupid texts on my part and one imagined response here on this site. You chose the blonde. I could hope she’s a rebound, but that would be a waste of time and emotional energy. I can only change and love myself. That doesn’t mean that you are far from my thoughts. I still have soft, romantic daydreams about intense discussions by campfires after a day fishing and seriously hot fantasies about sex in completely inappropriate places. It passes the time when everyone is asleep and I’m awake. If you ever made a move, I’d be stunned, but ohhh, what fun it is to imagine your hands and lips moving on me and what I would do to you in return.
I wish you well. If your current relationship doesn’t work, I hope you know I want to get to know you better.