tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post6156107735874031113..comments2023-06-04T01:42:33.756-07:00Comments on chocolate and whine: You, too, might be using the F word at the end of this.Stephanie Harshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502947272568502626noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-15760709207905518762009-07-16T01:29:04.000-07:002009-07-16T01:29:04.000-07:00Dammmmmit. I hate it when that happens. I've s...Dammmmmit. I hate it when that happens. I've so been there. Not over my husband or his cell phone...but other things. I have obsessed over stupid things that make me sick, but I can't stop myself. Actually in retrospect some of them are kind of funny. Okay, retrospect, therapy and two decades of living. I agree with Violet. File this one away as a "why you shoudl trust him" moment and pull it out when you need it.Small Town Small Timeshttp://smalltownsmalltimes.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-64501870327191502142009-07-15T01:11:28.000-07:002009-07-15T01:11:28.000-07:00I think you get to blame this one on the hormones....I think you get to blame this one on the hormones. My husband has never cheated or even given me a reason to suspect he cheated, but one time when I was on my period, he got up and ready for work and left early.I panicked. PANIC. PANIC. PANIC. And I was convinced all day long that he was a lying, cheating bastard.When I got home, he was there, though, which is abnormal. It turned out that I'd forgotten that he was working from home that day so he could take the dog to the vet. He'd left early to pick up some groceries before he got started because we didn't have any sandwich fixings for lunch.It's the fucking hormones, man.Sarah @ BecomingSarah.comhttp://www.becomingsarah.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-50048582074314489672009-07-13T05:45:47.000-07:002009-07-13T05:45:47.000-07:00It wasn't you it was the hormones. Out of your...It wasn't you it was the hormones. Out of your control. Not your fault. Ok it was you, but trusting again is hard. It feels like you may never get back to how you felt before all this crap. But you thought it through and realized what really happened. So thats a good thing right? Just think this just might give you a tiny bit more of trust in him.-LAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-53742718827932250052009-07-13T03:57:22.000-07:002009-07-13T03:57:22.000-07:00I'm with Rory. Especially the last part about ...I'm with Rory. Especially the last part about The Husband fudge recipe. But coming from a woman here, I feel your pain and all those dang hormones that make us psycho.This DVM's Wife's Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930015889151178654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-25872986675262535802009-07-12T15:41:27.000-07:002009-07-12T15:41:27.000-07:00Dude you gotta relax.It's all about trust. In ...Dude you gotta relax.It's all about trust. In the decades and centuries that me and Miss Carol have been married I have never even thought of looking at her cell phone.Not that we're perfect or that maybe there's nothing to discover.But.Ya gotta trust.Either that or you're waiting for him to fall asleep so you can hack him up into little pieces and cook him into fudge and call the recipe The Husband and smile sadly when people try it and tell you how much they like it.Kiddin'roryhttp://oceandoggy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-39735720610170220512009-07-12T07:54:08.000-07:002009-07-12T07:54:08.000-07:00I would have freaked out, too...and I would feel l...I would have freaked out, too...and I would feel like an idiot after figuring it out. And probably told myself to fucking relax, too.Hopefully, this is one of those little moments that will increase your trust of The Husband.Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12609573058587275879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-18990106880561262622009-07-12T05:00:13.000-07:002009-07-12T05:00:13.000-07:00“Our attitude toward life determines life’s attitu...“Our attitude toward life determines life’s attitude towards us.” -Earl NightingaleThe Urban Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274811305312666931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-15346905192062498242009-07-12T02:42:18.000-07:002009-07-12T02:42:18.000-07:00You are right, just relax. I hate hormones.You are right, just relax. I hate hormones.The Hat Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698171137809654840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-11103140817871236442009-07-12T01:16:37.000-07:002009-07-12T01:16:37.000-07:00*sigh* Just *sigh**sigh* Just *sigh*Alias Motherhttp://aliasmother.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-26956490912856252672009-07-11T16:45:45.000-07:002009-07-11T16:45:45.000-07:00I'm speechless.I'm speechless.Gaylehttp://planetmfiles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28854422.post-68427365747693116902009-07-11T16:30:37.000-07:002009-07-11T16:30:37.000-07:00Ugh. The internet ate my VERY. LONG. comment, so ...Ugh. The internet ate my VERY. LONG. comment, so just the last line ... xoxoxoxoJodi Anderson :: so NOT coolhttp://www.jodianderson.comnoreply@blogger.com