Lesson learned...? yes.

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I have had a beautiful wekend. Right now Jack is happily watching Sesame street Missi is sleeping soundly on the couch , My husband is sleeping and here I am recounting the good things in my life. Have all things been good and great no not always. Have I made mistakes absolutely. regrets..? yes. Can I change them nope.. learn alot..? yes.

To make a long story short, after having a broken heart and truly being broken, I confided in someone I thought was a friend. And actually up until this morning I still thought waas friend. We had been through something that only women can understand. cheating husbands and boyfriends. The view and emotional damage attached to that is not the same as effects for men. Anyway, she and I compared notes, shared feelings and I thought got past some of the hurt TOGETHER.

When you are hurting like that you can make some bad choices and even not see people for what and who they are even though people tell you they are bad. Iwas warned, given examples of manipulations and still saw only the good and made excuses I guess for this person. She and I have (or had) a relationship that was touch and go. I always tried to keep in touch. I guess her actions speak louder than her words.

I am sorry for her troubles now. I dont revel in her misery. I actually check her blog periodically to see if shes ok. This am I checked in on her blog and she used me as an example of deserving pain suffering and demise. My heartattack was "karma" I deserved it. Maybe, But if everyone gets what they "deserve" I hope she is strapped in.

What is the saying "He who is without sin cast the first stone>" I am turning the other cheek my friend and realizing that she is in a sour unhappy place. Her comments smack of bitterness. I am sorry for her I have been in the place she is at and never never would have divulged things she has. Although her information is scued, and some totally incorrect I will let it go and not write to her or anything. I am over it with a clearer view of the person she is.

I will now go back to my life and love my children and husband and live happily ever after.

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You are very special and your husbands loves you more and more everyday.
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