[Buggy31]

HB
I feel this through the crisis and it's getting stronger and stronger....He'll behave in a certain way or I'll have a curiousity about something..it won't be a yearning to know...just a passing thought...or wondering and then later on   the answer will come and I will understand or I will know something or I will know how to handle him...it is quite powerful...Intuition?   and it's not just about the affair either it's about my H and his past and his issues.....and my own issues of course...but that makes sense because I'm me 

[hurt01]

I have lost ALOT of weight since this started. Got my hair cut a totally diffrent style. My SIL who I see every day even accused me of having a boyfriend.

Just wish I had enough contact with H to make him wonder.

[Glimmer]

I sometimes just feel like blowing hot and cold the way he is towards me. One day be chatty and friendly and then the next day be really dark and not speak to him at all. Just to let him know what it feels like. It would probably have no effect though as he would more than likely be one step ahead of me.

[Mermaid]

You have to move a step or two ahead of him, Glimmer. I think playing their games their way gives them the upper hand. So we have to play our game, our way, with our own objectives, independently.

That will send them into tailspin.

[Undaunted]

If I had the chance to see/talk to H, I would do everything possible to convince him that I had a sex change since he left and that we had been a same-sex couple before MLC.

[LettingGo]

Bumping this up for the Newbies... Mid Life Crisis for Dummies is Priceless!!

[Shantilly Lace]

When I read the MLC for dummies it hit home. But I laughed at it too. Maybe a few weeks before then no but there was a definite change in me.
I sent it to my support friends as well. I hadn't realised until that moment that was what had happened to him but he ticks those boxes so well.
For those whom it hurts it will stop and one day it willmak your lips twitch instead of your eyes fill.

[Shantilly Lace]

I have read this a few times maybe not humour but I smile and cry at the same time

The Story of the Tea Cup

There was a couple who went to England to shop in a beautiful antique store. They both liked antiques and pottery, and especially tea cups. On a trip to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary they found an exceptional cup. They asked, "May we see that cup? We've never seen a tea cup quite so beautiful."

As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the tea cup spoke, "You don't understand," the cup said, "I have not always been a tea cup. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. My master took me and rolled me, pounded and patted me over and over, and I yelled out, ‘Don't do that. I don't like it! Let me alone.’ But the potter only smiled, and gently said, "Not yet!!"

Then, WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. “Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!” I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, quietly, "Not yet." He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then...Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. “Help! Get me out of here!” I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side, "Not yet." When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. Oh, that felt so good! Ah, this is much better, I thought. But, after I cooled, he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. “Oh, please; Stop it, Stop it!!” I cried. He only shook his head and said. "Not yet!"

Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Only it was not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited... and waited, wondering what he is going to do to me next? An hour later he handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself," and I did. I said, “That's not me. That couldn't be me. It's beautiful... I'm beautiful!"

Quietly he spoke: "I want you to remember this," he said, "I know it hurt to be rolled and patted, but had I left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened. You would not have had any color in your life. If I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you."

The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing in each of us. He is the potter, and we are his clay. He will mold us and make us, and expose us to just enough pressures of just the right kinds that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing and perfect will.

[xyzcf]

Thanks for sharing this- it is lovely and will give me a nice thought as I head to bed.

I feel like we are the Waltons and I want to say "good night John Boy"..the problem with being alone is that there is no one to say goodnight to.

[Still]

I feel like we are the Waltons and I want to say "good night John Boy"..the problem with being alone is that there is no one to say goodnight to

There will always be someone here to say "goodnight". I hope you have much rest tonight, XYZ. You are a wonderful person who gives so much to others when you, yourself, are hurting so badly.

(((HUGS)))