I recently went through a house remodel. I find that even with a new kitchen I am also purging other things out of my life. Like many women I like pretty things, jewelry, pretty men. As I’ve grown older I’ve found my taste as changed and I like smart men . Mostly recently a former whatever as resurfaced to try to steal some of my current joy. A pretty but aging vessel with no soul or willingness to connect to the real world on a real level. Why I asked him repeatedly? Why the cruel treatment? You see I let him in, and now as through this blog I am purging him once more. It’s not that he’s so bad, I’ve just been sick and pretty angry that I let myself fall victim to his sheninagans. Angry becuase he could have been a better person. Still I remain hopeful, not that he will change and be better. Frankly I know once I regain full physical health he will again be a memory and glad because the geniune article full of promise and love is within reach.