Suspicion

I awoke this morning with my spidey-sense tingling with the notion that Mrs. S is going to cut off my access to Mr. S in the near future. (End of September at the latest).

This would, of course, have nothing to do with the fact that she and I went shopping last night and I just happened to pick up some new frilly things I intend to wear for Mr. S. *snicker*

In talking with her, it really has become apparent that the only thing we still have in common is Mr. S. That makes me sad for what it is gone, but no longer guilty that it might somehow have been my fault.