My DH has nice hair. He's got very thick salt & pepper wavy hair and he's always just buzzed it off. It's never looked bad, but I've had visions of McDreamy hair on top of his head lol. So, I asked him to let it grow out. ... Guys. ... It's NOT McDreamy. It's McWeird. It's McPoofy. I don't know how to tell him. He did this for ME, after all. Maybe he just needs a better cut? I don't know but the way it is now is so poofy it's nuts.

My XH went to a party on NYE and shared a joint with someone and got covid. He's not vaccinated. He is feeling better now but I am still pissed. I'm pissed as hell that he would take that risk with his life - he's got kids. MY kids. 50 years old and sharing joints at a party during a pandemic. What a fucking idiot. But I'm the crazy one for being worried about him. Grrr. He could die tomorrow and it would affect my day to day life at all. It would BREAK my children though. Idiot.

I am broken. Absolutely broken. DH told me he quit smoking when I did six years ago but didn’t. He snuck around and I found out three months later. I was livid. We had friends come to visit a week ago and he told me he quit the day they got here. Every day I asked; every day he said ‘I’m on Day (2, 3,4,5,&6). Every day I patted him on the back and told him how proud I am. Yesterday I caught a whiff but no, he insisted that he hadn’t smoked. Today I caught him outside smoking. He said he never made any promises. Yeah, asshole, you DID! Also found out he swore our guy friend to secrecy. ExH fucked everything that moved and swore his buddies to secrecy, and they all treated me like a queen…all the while knowing what a bastard he was. DH once said ‘I’m not him,’ but he is 100% the same MF’ing liar. Broken. Done.

ExDH must have had a wild NYE! Divorced 33 years, haven’t seen each other in 20, haven’t communicated in ten, yet he called me at 3 a.m. to leave me a voicemail about how great I was in bed.

Don't do it. The grass is always greener..

We're both in mediocre marriages, but our spouses aren't bad people. We love our kids. But the chemistry between us is palpable. I think about you all the time. In my mind, I have been with you 100 times. I want to cross that line so, so badly. And I absolutely know you do too. I'm glad we'll be working from home forever, because if we saw each other every day, were physically close to each other every day, we would. But we're also both good people and wouldn't risk our jobs or do that to our families. I was offered a job making way more money. I turned it down and didn't tell anyone. I can't bear the thought of not talking to you, laughing with you, every day, even if it's through a screen. I can't be with you and can't be without you. I don't know how this is going to end.

My brother didn't make it. I have seen news articles about several people in a single family dying of Covid at the same time, but I never thought it would happen to us. Of course, I never thought my brother and nephew would have waited 6 months before deciding to get vaccinated. I am both not surprised and horrified that after all this, my father is still refusing to get the jab.

I am in the exact same boat. I wish there were a service that would match all of us up and 3-4 women could all live together like the Golden Girls. We have enough equity in our house that if we sold it, I could afford something else. I made a post about this a few weeks ago. There is no way I could afford even the cheapest apartment zoned to my kids' school. And they are in high school, so no way I would would move them to a new school right now.

I often wonder how many other women are in the same boat as me: unhappy in their marriage & want a divorce but, despite make good money, still can't afford to leave in the current housing market.

Thank you cocopop. We have more sad news. My brother was just taken by ambulance to the ICU. The neighbors were worried, so they came over and found him unresponsive on the couch. Now my remaining nephew is trying to juggle everything while waiting to see if his father lives. I can't believe they have turned into one of those families you read about in the paper. I feel so bad for my nephew. His mom died in a car crash several years ago, so now his dad (and me and DH) are all the family he has left.