perfect handle if you ask me. 3 mornings ago I found that Steve had spent his night signing up and looking around on Match.com. I was angry to put it mildly. To me, this is even worse than porn sites. Those are in your face sex and he looks and comes upstairs. That was what do you like, list your interests, here I am, look at me…he is the most inept computer person in the world but he fiddled around enough to get his FB picture loaded and a profile filled in. I swear to god I was mad enough to hit him. He spent the day making me feel that I had hurt his feelings and he was just mad and it came up and he just filled it in. I decided to let it go. I love this man. We made love Thursday and I thought he was going to go in and cancel it and that was that. Then I got up this morning and he’d retrieved his password, and looked at over 70 profiles on our old slow machine. I was so mad. I didn’t give him a break at all. I told him to get his ass up and get it canceled or his ass would be a great lonely homeless catch all by itself. He started fiddling around acting like he couldn’t find his ass from a hole in the ground in the ground – I said here, let me make it easy for you. History, day, Friday, match.com, forgot password and I walked away. I swear to god if he’d kept playing stupid I might have stabbed him with a knitting needle. He went to the site FAQ and started reading and I reached around him and said you damned well better click the most direct links. I think it’s handled except that now his email will be littered with match dot com women faces along the side bar forevermore. I told him I think if he does this kind of shit again, I’ll let his ‘great-catch-of-an-ass’ go on out and find himself a new match. I’m really tired of giving up life while he learns his lessons and hanging in as his wife when he didn’t want me in the first place. I’m tired. I’m really tired.