Was feeling pretty proud of myself lately. Limited contact with W, no LB, working on Plan A, lost 25#, working hard, into my own routine. Then last night as I drove into our local country club for a dinner meeting, I crossed paths with OM as he was walking out to his car. I was in my truck and the thought of running him over did cross my mind, but I didn't. Haven't seen him for a couple of months since found him in our bed sleeping with my wife when I came home early from a hunting trip. But once I saw him the evening turned to s__t. It turned my stomach and I wanted to throw up. I walked up to the building, but didn't go in. Turned around and went home. All those feeling went through me like an electrical current. Rage, hate, hurt, etc., etc. Better today. A little crabby with the crew, but had a full day to keep me busy. W called this morning to talk about business and that went well. Her heart seems to be softening, but only time will tell. Thanks for letting me vent. For every step forward sometimes there is a step backward.<BR> Gale

{{{{{{{{{{{{{Gale}}}}}}}}}}}}}<P>It IS hard. But you will get stronger, I promise. Vent all you want. We're listening.<P>Lori

{{{{{{{{{{<B>gale</B>}}}}}}}}}},<P>You'll be OK...<P>I have my candle lit...<BR>...saying a prayer for you before I too go to sleep.<P>Jim