Last night, Joe said something to me that I never thought he'd say. I don't know really where to start other than to say that what he said is unforgivable. I really thought things were going well. I was blindsided.
I was sweeping the kitchen floor when he accosted me. That is when my world started to fall apart. He said the words no woman wants to hear. Ever. He didn't tell me that my butt was fat. He didn't tell me that he was leaving me. He told me that I had too much fabric. ::gasp::
Who is this person that I married? I don't recognize him anymore. He's the one who wants to spend eternity with me and he thinks these horrible things about me?
I won't even show you my fabric. I am embarrassed to think that there is a very slight possibility that Joe might be right ... this time. Right now I just need your support and sympathy while I try to sort out this mess that has become my life.
My overflowing scrap pile.