Where to start? Things are getting a bit rougher here. The husband is drinking quite a bit, and making snide comments often. He's even been reviewing the web history to see what I've been looking up on-line. Each day I seem to grow a little more weary and yet, a little more determined to move ahead with the divorce.

I should do more homework, but I am taking a break. I am taking my trashy romance novel and taking a steaming hot bubble bath. There's something sensuous about a bubble bath. Remember when you ran my bath? Then you added the bubbles and called my name, telling me it was ready. I got in and bathed, you helped me shave(you know), and washed my hair. Hmmmmm...

Then you rubbed me down with the towel, drying me. Then... oh no, my bad, that was Fantasy Man.