One month...and I'm still kicking!

Well, today's a month since S dropped the bomb. Over the last couple of days as I've been thinking about it, I realize that I don't miss him. I don't miss the depression; I don't miss the complaining; I don't miss the criticizing. I just don't miss him. So, why is this so tough? Light bulb moment for me: it's the way he ended it. To have an affair and jump right from my bed to hers--to do the one thing he knew would hurt me the most--that's what makes me feel so bad about myself, embarrassed, humiliated, betrayed, disrespected.

I took a huge step today. I had a consultation with a family law attorney. I learned some important things, not the least of which was that I'm under no obligation to continue supporting him and his whore (why does it feel so good to call her that?? LOL). Now, if I chose to close the joint account and not give him a dime, it could come back to haunt me if we end up in court, and I'm sure if I did that we would end up in court. I'd also make an enemy of him, and to be honest, he's been my best friend for 17 years and I really don't want him to be my enemy. But, I don't want to continue feeling screwed either. 


Lots of thinking to do. 

Okay, I know I said I was going to wait until next week to weigh again, but I couldn't resist. I got on the scale this morning and was excited to see I've now dropped 16 pounds. Not bad for a month, huh? Not the easiest way to accomplish it, but it's nice to look down and see a flatter stomach. Yay me!

Another pic from vacation...

 DD and I rode ATVs on Migrino Beach (about 25 miles north of Cabo San Lucas. It was great and a big victory for me with my back issues and the arthritis in my knee. But, I proved to myself I can do more than I thought I could. :-)