To clear up some questions...

I have gotten a reader it seems. They have posted several comments, and I thought I might clarify some things...

The anonymous commenter has asked that I remove the italic font from my posts. Can do. I didn't realize it was difficult to read.

They mentioned my comments at "Harlan's Blog", and that they must be an attempt to gain comments here. I posted my link on my comments there in the hopes that some of the more sane and conscientious readers there might come by. Maybe someone who has had a similar experience could give me some help. That was, in all probability, a mistake. The unfortunate nature of the majority of the commenters there has driven away most of the people with a heart. I probably will not comment there anymore. Those who know the right thing to do have taken to ignoring everyone else, and the rest of the commenters have found a nice place where they can spout venom and hate with no consequences. I'll leave that to them.

Apparently it was confusing that I watch Project Runway with my son. He likes the show. The bright colors, flashing lights, rhythmic music, all really attract him. Especially around nap time when he can curl up in my lap, laugh at the flamboyant characters, and eventually fall asleep. It is a nice experience for both of us.

There was understandable confusion regarding the beginning of my relationship with Hubby. Let me tell you the short version. I may post the full version at a later date, but since I have finally been getting along with the Ex, I don't really feel like rehashing all of the incredibly disturbing and horrendous things that she said and did.

I met Hubby at a bar, when she had locked him out of the house while he was at work. They had a very tumultuous relationship and had just moved back in together. She got mad that he had to work overtime, and changed out the locks. When I met her too, we all became friends. While I saw that their relationship was damaged beyond repair, I did try to help them work things out. I became their roommate after several months, shortly after she discovered she was pregnant. They fought and screamed for hours at a time every single day, and it seemed they made an effort to put me in the middle of the arguments. The more their relationship deteriorated, the more time he wanted to spend away from her, and she often encouraged me to take him to the bar or to dinner so that they both had time apart to cool off. We became best friends, and eventually I fell in love with him. Everyone said they could see he loved me too, so I decided to move out. He wanted to make things work with her, after all she was carrying his child. The day I decided I would move out, they got into another fight. She told him if he didn't do everything she said, she would have an abortion. This was too much for him to take, they broke up that day. The next week she moved back to her home state, and shortly after that, he and I made our relationship official. He and I did develop feelings for each other when he was still unavailable, but nothing more than that happened. I hope that makes more sense now.

The last comment is that we should seek counselling. I agree. Unfortunately that takes money, of which we have very little. Instead we are taking baby steps every day to make ourselves better. His baby steps are shown to me every day at the end of the day. He tells me his self realizations, and demonstrates them at the most difficult of times. This blog is one of my baby steps. A completely honest mirror. Someplace I can make my realizations. And then I share them with him each evening, and demonstrate them to the best of my ability.

Thank you for reading through, and for your helpful comments. I appreciate your input.