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[WickedEve]

It will absolutely get better as Hanna sees that he isn't a threat to your love for her and Katy. And Katy will follow her sister's lead. What's happening now is because he's new in your life. It will get better. Let that be your mantra.

And then y'all can move to Asheville and I'll be your new neighbor. (I said "y'all!" Bless my heart.)

I don't think Asheville is ready for you. lol

 

[WickedEve]

Eve, I've said it before and I'll say it again.

Your skill with narrative just blows me away.

Compliment me again and I won't write for a month! I'm funny that way.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

...umm....

hey you write crap and it's quite pointless for you to keep going with all that.

*fiendishly clever reverse psychology*

bj

 

[Angeline]

I don't think Asheville is ready for you. lol

Just think how it would be if we were both there.

That pic in your profile is just adorable. You have the exact same expressions! In fact, I showed ee.

Me: ee, look at this picture of Eve and Hugo.
ee: Uh-huh.
Me: See? They have the exact same expressions!
ee: Yeah, that's cute. Is there more pot pie?
Me:
<That'll be you and Hugo in four years.>

 

[Angeline]

...umm....

hey you write crap and it's quite pointless for you to keep going with all that.

*fiendishly clever reverse psychology*

bj

You made me snort chicken pot pie. It wasn't pretty.

<Ok, I've had my fill of the mad emote tonight.>

 

[WickedEve]

Just think how it would be if we were both there. That pic in your profile is just adorable. You have the exact same expressions! In fact, I showed ee.Me: ee, look at this picture of Eve and Hugo. ee: Uh-huh.Me: See? They have the exact same expressions!ee: Yeah, that's cute. Is there more pot pie?Me: <That'll be you and Hugo in four years.>

Uh, noooo... No, my silly, little poet friend. We will not end up in that relationship nightma... um, relationship contentment. We've talked about it and we know how most couples screw up. They end up cohabitating. Hugo and I see each other about 2 days a week. So we have time to lust for each other. We don't have to fight over money or bills or who gets to wear the polka dot panties. So there! HA!

 

[champagne1982]

You made me snort chicken pot pie. It wasn't pretty.

<Ok, I've had my fill of the mad emote tonight.>

But what about spankin's? :caning:

 

[WickedEve]

You made me snort chicken pot pie. It wasn't pretty.

Did it turn ee on? I mean, at this point in your relationship, something new like that could... possibly... never mind.

 

[Angeline]

Did it turn ee on? I mean, at this point in your relationship, something new like that could... possibly... never mind.

I don't think snorting chicken pot pie is the answer for us. We did just have dinner the other night at the Japanese restaurant across the street from the porn store. I suppose we could have looked there. But I can't go in and look at that stuff without laughing like a fool. The dummy heads with those huuuuuge mouths totally set me off. Actually we have a history of really laughing and then....yeah maybe it's time to go back there.

 

[Angeline]

But what about spankin's? :caning:

Oh we love spankins here in the ee/Ange household. Spankins=big fun! But it is a little disturbing to watch that one smiley pull his skin down.

 

[champagne1982]

Oh we love spankins here in the ee/Ange household. Spankins=big fun! But it is a little disturbing to watch that one smiley pull his skin down.

he's gettin' his arse tanned off'n him.

 

[Angeline]

he's gettin' his arse tanned off'n him.

I get all excited when you start tawkin cowgirl.

(Ok, I'm off to watch The Jews in America on PBS. Roots!)

 

[WickedEve]

I feel too much pain and too much love. I worry and I fret and I pine. Yes, I'm prone to pining. I'd rather be the one who is left. I'd rather be the one who is hurt. I mourn the loss of long ago love and the loss of long ago people.

There is someone I have wanted to write about -- the man in Colorado -- but I haven't. He is mourning for his lost love -- me. And here I am, crazy in love with a new man, a real man, one here with me and not far away.

I believe I feel this Colorado man's pain more than he feels it, but what saddens me more is that I don't think about him much anymore. I'm too busy with love and life. My youngest now believes that fleas could possibly be carriers of rabies. If it's true, then I'm a rabid flea and life is my dog -- my good tasting dog.

Here's to 8 years, Colorado man. There's more I could say but I feel too much pain, too much love.

 

[normal jean]

careful what to wish for?

.............

 

[WickedEve]

those of you who know me, know about my on and off again with a certain person. Ange, thank you for listening and sharing your thoughts with me. He is indeed divorced now and is testing the waters, so to speak. Asked me last night if I still loved him.

what can I say? I never stopped. I love a lot of people in many ways, but this man has an attraction I cant seem to shake. and he says he feels the same way about me.

I saw him on webcam last night. Years ago, he told me he was an ex-bodybuilder, well, he hasnt lost his form. HAs a beautiful body and an evil twisted mind to go along with it. And I mean evil in a beautiful sexually dark way. Sort of how Evie describes her Hugo. I have my "hugo" back now and he can be mine, if I want it to happen.

I never gave up on him.

So...I might have to make a decision soon. I know my answer, I Think, I hope.

just thinking about him makes me twitch in all the right places and then when we speak, my heart swells to the point I feel like I might just explode. It is that strong, our attraction. It isnt sudden, we have "been" for almost 8 years now.

I told him, he has always been my muse. Ever since I met him, I was able to write and when we are "apart" I cant. It is that simple, he inspires me. I need him because he is strong and intelligent and knows things about me no one else ever will know. And he cares despite what he knows. I feel very blessed, in so many ways.

I love that man. I really do. But I wont say those words again until I can look into his beautiful green eyes and see if he really loves me too.

I am afraid to be happy, to believe in him. I was never afraid before.

it's okay to be happy, right?

He said so,I just have to believe.

I expect the poetry dam to burst soon.

Questions!
Have you been with him in person before? Do you plan to meet him in person? Leave your husband?

Has this been 8 years long distance? I went through 8 years of long distance (about 99% of it was) and you're never quite sure what it's going to be like in person, until you spend some time with a guy.

Are you okay with sexually evil and twisted? Really? I'm not evil or twisted that much, until it comes to sex, but it works for me. Will it work for you when it's real and he's standing there in front of you -- if that happens in the future?

So many questions. Answer them or not... I really want details.

 

[WickedEve]

My parents kept my kids this weekend and were waiting on me when I arrived home today. I told my mom that I felt queasy, which is no big deal. I'm prone to motion sickness. Both parents stood over me, as I sat there on my loveseat, and asked, "You're not pregnant, are you? Did your tubes come untied?" We all just stared each other for a moment. Then I laughed. They laughed. We all laughed. "Ah, ha ha ha."

Hugo has been threatening me with a turkey baster and a coat hanger ever since I skipped my last period. "No, Hugo, I don't want a baby. Oh, please, get serious. When you called Friday night, Hanna slithered into my room on her belly and hissed at me. No, I don't want more kids."

This morning he came up behind me with his baster. The same one he used on the Thanksgiving turkey. I have to admit, he did a good job on the bird.

So, anyway, I'm not worried. I signed a paper 8 1/2 years ago, agreeing to have my tubes annihilated. Yeah, sure, I heard that my obgyn had some "problems" and was no longer practicing. And I'm on the pill just to make everything work right. Well, I do forget to take them sometimes. But I'm not worried. I'm sure it's the beginning of something delightful, like menopause, or an ovary malfunctioned.

But I'm not worried. I'm cool. Cool. cool... cool...


I'm remember that time one of the kids pooped herself so badly in K-mart that I had to buy her a new outfit in the store and change her in the bathroom. But I'm not worried and I'm cool! Come on menopause.

 

[annaswirls]

um.... I am sorry, but I cannot stop giggling....

I think it is the same giggle you gave me when I announced that I was unexpectedly, unplannedely, undeniably knocked up, but um, I hope that things work out..... but if you are having another one, oh my god, the "I am soooo in love with my baby" drunken stupor is amazing, what a buzz what a high, nothing tops it... oh my Eve, okay I am not giggling anymore, I will be serious...

Don't worry. It won't make a difference and either way it is all good....

M

So, anyway, I'm not worried. I signed a paper 8 1/2 years ago, agreeing to have my tubes annihilated. Yeah, sure, I heard that my obgyn had some "problems" and was no longer practicing. And I'm on the pill just to make everything work right. Well, I do forget to take them sometimes. But I'm not worried. I'm sure it's the beginning of something delightful, like menopause, or an ovary malfunctioned.

But I'm not worried. I'm cool. Cool. cool... cool...

 

[annaswirls]

wow wow Norma.....this is huge.... I am reeling a bit from your post, this is huge.... and yes, it is okay to be happy..... I hope things work out as you want them to, however that turns out to be... I am thinking about you on this and I feel you and understand....

those of you who know me, know about my on and off again with a certain person. Ange, thank you for listening and sharing your thoughts with me. He is indeed divorced now and is testing the waters, so to speak. Asked me last night if I still loved him.

what can I say? I never stopped. I love a lot of people in many ways, but this man has an attraction I cant seem to shake. and he says he feels the same way about me.

I saw him on webcam last night. Years ago, he told me he was an ex-bodybuilder, well, he hasnt lost his form. HAs a beautiful body and an evil twisted mind to go along with it. And I mean evil in a beautiful sexually dark way. Sort of how Evie describes her Hugo. I have my "hugo" back now and he can be mine, if I want it to happen.

I never gave up on him.

So...I might have to make a decision soon. I know my answer, I Think, I hope.

just thinking about him makes me twitch in all the right places and then when we speak, my heart swells to the point I feel like I might just explode. It is that strong, our attraction. It isnt sudden, we have "been" for almost 8 years now.

I told him, he has always been my muse. Ever since I met him, I was able to write and when we are "apart" I cant. It is that simple, he inspires me. I need him because he is strong and intelligent and knows things about me no one else ever will know. And he cares despite what he knows. I feel very blessed, in so many ways.

I love that man. I really do. But I wont say those words again until I can look into his beautiful green eyes and see if he really loves me too.

I am afraid to be happy, to believe in him. I was never afraid before.

it's okay to be happy, right?

He said so,I just have to believe.

I expect the poetry dam to burst soon.

 

[normal jean]

...............

 

[WickedEve]

um.... I am sorry, but I cannot stop giggling....

I think it is the same giggle you gave me when I announced that I was unexpectedly, unplannedely, undeniably knocked up, but um, I hope that things work out..... but if you are having another one, oh my god, the "I am soooo in love with my baby" drunken stupor is amazing, what a buzz what a high, nothing tops it... oh my Eve, okay I am not giggling anymore, I will be serious...

Don't worry. It won't make a difference and either way it is all good....

 

[WickedEve]

yes, I will meet rick if and when he asks. and yes, Eve, I have spent hours and hours considering how I would feel if I leave hubby. then I remember how I felt when he was spitting on me and punching me in the face. I wish I could forget that part, but I cant. its my turn eventually, isnt it?

My ex (dead bob bob) left for the last time November 19, 2002. My ex long-distance lover met me face to face for the first time February 19, 2003 (3 years and 1 month into the relationship) It was only for one night and in the middle of a snow storm. We spent five days together, starting August 19, 2003. Lots of the number 19. Hmm...
Other than that... I was all alone until late August 2007 when I met Hugo. Now when I look back, I realize it was the best thing that could have happened to me -- all those years alone. I learned to be my own woman, to take care of myself and my children, how to make my own money, run my own household, be in charge and be strong. Now that I'm with a man again, I've told him that he's getting a far better woman than he would have gotten not too many years ago.

Be happy, be strong, and do what's best for you.

 

[tungtied2u]

So, that means the beer is cold enough to drink, right ?

I guess, hip, hip, hooray is in order then !

 

[RhymeFairy]

sweet Anna

I appreciate your caring. But I am realistic. He has played with me with little regard for my feelings for a long time, yet the attraction remains. I do not xpect anything from him, I dont even expect to meet him. It is difficult to trust someone who has let you down on so many occasions, even when all I needed was a friend, a confidante, you know?

eve made some good points, I dont know what exactly I am ready for, if anything. I do know I am tired of coming in second to anything alcohol..as it has always been with hubby.

my little girl mind, my naive heart wants desperately to be able to trust a man with my heart, but I have learned the hard way, it is just about impossible. I know not all men are alike, but it sure seems that way sometimes, like they can all be selfish bastards. But that's okay. Maybe in my next life, lol.

I hurt when he hurts, feel him when he is nowhere around. It is bizarre, I know. So right now, I am concentrating on my job, which I truly am enjoying. It is physical, and I am learning so much. A practical application for the math, the trig, I had such a hard time with in HS all those years ago.

Our bossman came by the room tonight and had dinner with us, and told us he found out last week he has colon cancer. What a bomb to drop, but it has happened more than I care to remember, I come upon people in life that are dying and somehow, I am able to comfort them. He told hubby tonight that he wished he had a woman like, me. I laughed at him and said, what YOU want a crazy woman??!! He sort of smiled andsaid, yeah....

anyway, its a lot to think about. One man that is dying, needs me to cook for him and help him hrough something that I have had to "help" others through, the end of their lives. I hope that is not teh only reason God put me here, because it is so sad, so depressing andno matter what I do or say, to try and comfort them, they end up dying.

he finished his dinner and told us we are most likely going to Baton Rouge for 16 months this summer. Then he said he loved us and left.

damn. just, damn.

I am out of things to say. afraid to feel the pain that any of them are feeling. I am afraid to let me be happy because I dont wanna hurt anyone else... afraid that Rick is lonely and too proud to ask me to be with him just for that. and hubby is drinking himself to death.

yes, I will meet rick if and when he asks. and yes, Eve, I have spent hours and hours considering how I would feel if I leave hubby. then I remember how I felt when he was spitting on me and punching me in the face. I wish I could forget that part, but I cant. its my turn eventually, isnt it?

yes, a lot to consider. a cave vacation sounds good right now. bats and all.

Oh lord, you are so open, honest, sweeettt !!! I have not read this thread in a long time and have been offline for too long but please know, there are good men out there. I am at a point in my life to still have hope which just amazes me after what all I have been through but

they are out there. I know this, I, like you have to believe because sometimes my friend, that's all we have

hope ...


I'm here if you need to talk or just wanna scream, kick, cry ... I have soo been there, too much eh ~

Chin up ....



hnr ~

 

[WickedEve]

So when Hugo arrived at my house on Tuesday, he was noticeably stressed. I was stressed also, but it was because I had too much coffee and I had to pee, which worked out beautifully. After all, Tuesday was our pee-on-a-stick day.

He stood in the bathroom doorway, staring at me like a kid waiting for a flu shot. He really did have the same expression my kids have when I tell them they're going to get a flu shot. At least he didn't cry.

"You're making me nervous! I can't pee."

He shut the door and a moment later, "What was that noise?" I had dropped the ept test stick, or whatever you call it. The door was open again and in came my schnoodle. He sniffed the test stick.

"Oh, lord, it'll never work now." At this point he probably could have cried.

With the door shut again, I said goodbye to four cups of coffee. I held the stick downward in my "urine stream." Then I placed it on the side of the tub and waited. Hugo hurried into the bathroom and used his special stare that makes blue, minus signs appear.

"Nothing's happening." The tip was dry. I missed the stick. "How do you miss a whole stick?"

I drank a glass of water and told him not to fret. A few minutes later he was shouting directions from the other side of the door. "Spread your legs so you can see if you're peeing on it!"

I opened the door and smiled. Hugo ran back in and this time he got his blue negative -- both of us hoping that the test was accurate. We decided it was and did a victory hug and took pictures.

A little later we crashed. He snored beneath my white, thermal blanket and I curled close, drooling contentedly.

 

[WickedEve]

So, that means the beer is cold enough to drink, right ?

I guess, hip, hip, hooray is in order then !

I'd rather have another butt cheek grow on me, than have another child.