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work, and that put a smile on my face too.
     
    Tom knew he was second best.  He definitely was not first choice, and even though I never voiced it, it was obvious to him and all.  Even my kids knew that if anything they should be John’s children.
    So, I ask myself, over and over again – Why did I not marry John?
    
    I came to the conclusion that until I started to deal with my issues then I could not move on in a relationship, and this was the reason I have/had such a low self esteem.  If I was so confident, I enver would have married Tom.  So, I am enjoying their company but by no means taking anything to the next level until I deal with just being Kimberly.
     
    OK I admit it; I named myself on the site, SeattlesAnswerToBradshaw, which was a slight exaggeration.  I am not a writer, like I claim to be, but I always wanted to be a writer.  So, technically it was true.  Also, I am not blonde, but could be, that just means going to the pharmacy and getting a new die.  I am not naturally 1.8metres, but I am when I wear my stillote heels.  Normally I am 1.3metres, without them.  Or there abouts.  I was not the same shape as Carrie, but with my gym workouts I know I soon will be, maybe not soon, but one day.
     
    I was coming home from work, even at times leaving work earlier.  I never felt comfortable talking at work, so I always waited till I got home, cooked dinner, cleaned and was in my room on my iPad.  The kids never check what I do, but they reported that I was acting different and they started to get suspicious so they started asking t ocome and spend time with me at night.  Even one night, Megan, said she wanted to keep me company and as a result of that came to sleep with me in my bed.
     
    I love my girls, I really do.  But, at 16, I know for a fact the last person they want to be sleeping with is their mother.  Especially with Megan.  Her antics were beyond my comprehension.  There was only one person she wanted to be sleeping with and that was clearly her boyfriend, Jacob.  I had caught them on the sofa a couple of times, and they did not look like they were just touching first base.  They looked like they wanted to touch all the bases.
     
    So, then I was sitting waiting for the children to sleep.  It was not like the good old days, when you could shout go to sleep, turn the lights off and hear them screaming the night until they fell asleep.  They were now walking and talking, and teenagers! One thing about teenagers is they hate to sleep! I never understood that.  I understood when they were younger, they thought they were missing out on something, but as they grew older and realised, they were not missing anything, what was the desire to stay up.
     
    My plan was be in bed by 9pm.  Set my alarm for 1am.  One thing about them, they did not understand the meaning of alarms.  They think they were invited to haunt teenagers.  I would often hear the words, they are not alarms, they are TTI, teenager torture instruments. Because, they were designed as an instrument to torture us, that was Hannah’s theory to every thing.  Including traffic lights, which was designed, to make children late for everything, including school?  I would often explain that they needed to get up earlier and stop missing the bus.  But, it would never be the cause of the problem, it was the traffic lights!
     
    So, I start chatting to my new friends.  Not only chatting to the guys but getting friendly with them too.  It just gives me a new vest of life.  I start thinking things and doing things that I would not normally do and it feels so good.  Too good!
    Since , I started to chat on the chatroom and then it lead to joining the gym and actually working out.  I even went shopping after consulting a personal shopper.  I bought a few new clothes, nothing in excess, but a couple of dresses, and tops.  They make all the difference to my shape and size.  Going to the hairdressers once a week, I even