Or perhaps the oven.

Your last line is spectacular. “They can’t stand up to anything because they don’t stand for anything.” 

I’m actually afraid, for the sake of my emotional health, to google that.

SWOON

I’m personally impressed that you have 3 hands.

They’re talking about the Mario Batali kind of clogs. http://www.chefuniforms.com/chef-shoes/all-shoes/mozo-m43803-mens-forza-shoe-js.asp?frmcolor=black

That was like watching a tiny little tennis match.

Salted or Unsalted?

Well, besides confessing within the first 3 minutes that he has an awkward and uncomfortable physical problem (a digestive issue), he cried. Twice. So that was strange. Onward.

OMG her perfect widdle wips! So pink!

I went on my very first date since being married for 20 years and separated/divorced for 2.5. The whole “he smells good” thing?? I forgot how important that is. My first date guy didn’t smell like anything, and I was disappointed.

I wish I could kiss him. I’ll bet he’s a really good kisser.

Excellent, EXCELLENT use of the world “literal.” Excellent.

“Robyn Hood.” There.

You want commiseration? Go to firstwivesworld.com. Holy shit, everybody gets it there.

ETA: SOrry to make this about me, not you. You’re the one still in the thick of it.

It’s Complex PTSD. Look it up. It’s all of us.

such fuckery, right?

The sex thing. Ugh. I told the ex and told the ex that I ABSOLUTELY HATE having the back of my head held when I get kissed. It feels like I’m trapped, and there’s no way I can relax. I’ve tried. I have really tried. HIS RESPONSE? “I want to kiss you the way I want to kiss you.”