Tuesday

Pictures fail, but I didn't want to make the boys self-concious.

Turgay took me out to dinner/lunch, whatever Tuesday afternoon. I saw this crazy looking bug..I tried not to get too close..picture above.

He got me drunk, fast. I didn't want to drink, but he kept insisting on me tasting the Margaritas. They were yummy, I must admit. He made me laugh..it was very ironic having my husband console me from my recent breakup with my boyfriend. We discussed it quite loudly; he told me about this girl he saw who was in the escort business, and then I asked him if I could see Eva, his dog, (will always be our dog..but technically) and he told me he's not allowed to have any more girls at his house, and I cried, but I'm your wife! And the people at the next table got up and left. It was quite humorous.

It kept the tears away for a short time. Then I came home and well, that ended.

He wants me back. I don't want to be with him. I love him like a friend, a good friend, I care, but I will never be with him again in that way. I don't need to get hit over the head more than once, thank you very much.