Moving Forward
I keep getting asked about remarrying and even whether I've started to date again. I find this all slightly insulting and more than a little humorous. It sort of feels like asking someone whether they are going to have anymore children as they lay there cradling their dead infants body. It's not actually remotely in my spectrum of thought. The idea repulses me quite thoroughly. Will there be a time when I do choose to date again? I have no clue, but it wont be tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. It would be more like when I'm 90. On that note... whoever the gem of town gossip it was that told Ralexwin that I was out on the town with some guy. Um... sorry, wrong person... maybe next time check first before you set a match under that kindling. Now, as for this blog. I truly do not want this to become a venting spot for all things angry. I want this to be, as it always has been, a window into my life and the daily struggles and joys that make me cannw