Hi Robin, I'ver pretty much abandoned this spot but maybe I'll take it up again. The thing about diaryland is that it had rings you could join and you got to meet people. I don't know how to drive traffic to my spot on blogger so I post and get no reaction whatsoever.

Has it really been so long since I posted? It's wonderful how things change. My ex is unhappy with his choices while I've never been better off. I'm getting re-married 6-28-09 and I am very happy and content with the man I've chosen for the last third of my life. The past three years have been a revelation of joy and I will be proud to be his woman, his wife.

I've broken my finger yet had a great time on my road trip with Fred anyway. I came home and had to reset it but the memories were too good to pass up.

Test to see if google docs will update my blog. ... It will! Yaay! As long as I'm here I may as well mention that Ron has a spot on his lung and he's ignoring it. I worry for him. His GF is an ass not to push him to get it checked out.

Well Ron has another birthday. He's 49 now. I reminded the girls to wish him a Happy Birthday. One did the other said, "He didn't call me on my birthday. I have other things to do." I see him today. He wants a ride to the doctor's. He and his GF are still together but it's basically over. He isn't in love anymore. I'm still with Fred and we *are* in love. We're taking a road trip this summer. I think we'll be married within a year. Ron took a terrible risk leaving me and now he's paying the piper. He lost out big time and I won the jackpot.

This is hilarious. I forgot that this even existed. I've met a guy named Fred. Things are going well. I think I'm in love.

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Stew is gone and I'm not sure what trigger spot I hit but I hit the mother lode without even trying. It's the weekend. I would have been sleeping in his bed, in his arms. I went to his condo on weekends. I miss his kisses. I miss his touch. I miss the way his body inspired me to try new things sexually. I just miss him, but I have to give myself credit. I haven't fucking cried .. at least not yet