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Sharing Wood



Today I am thankful for those few moments that I get to laugh heartily.






Someone with the same name as my high school sweetheart sent this video to my business email account. 

I laughed so much! 

So, perhaps....is it possible that ol' Tom is finally working out the issues pertaining to our former relationship and how I hurt him.....twenty-five years too late!

I guess I should thank him (or whoever sent the video) for sharing his wood with me.  However, as of right now, I only woodwork with Steve. 

Still.....I hope I never made any guy feel like I sliced him to shreds. 

If it wasn't him, that's okay. 

The thought made me giggle.  Whoever sent it has a gosh darn funny sense of humor. 

Love ya,

S. 


Edit:

I think my ex-hubby sent the video -or- it was a fluke.


I spent some time thinking about it and "woodworking" was my ex-husband's metaphor for sex.  He was always obsessed with my first relationship.  Around '04, things Tom gave me - things I thought were long gone, started turning up around the house. 

I found him in his bedroom with my senior yearbook and Tom's love letters circa '07. 

His cousin tried to steal Tom from me back in '87.  I think Tom only noticed once and that was when she persuaded her best friend (who weighed over 300 pounds) to sit on his lap and flirt with him. 


The look on his face was classic.  I am, to this day, reminded of this by my ex-husband. 

I need to leave the past behind.  It's hard because my ex-husband has far too many ties to my past. 


 


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