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Old Dec 10, 2004, 10:37 PM
Genevieve Genevieve is offline
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Are you being treated for osteoporosis? That's something that frightens me right now, and I'd love to hear what your experience with it is. As for fertility, it might look as though I"m still ovulating, but I won't see the doctor again for a while. My period has certainly changed, though, already. It's never stopped entirely, but it went down to about a day's worth of light flow. (I know, more than you wanted to know) Now it's longer and heavier, which is kinda freaking me out .

As for being married, I was 35 when we met, and it was after a lot of jerks in my life. And one wonderful man who wasn't right for me, whom I stayed with for almost a decade. If you find that men are only interested in your when you're sickly thin, then you might want to rethink what you look for in men. I'm saying that as someone who looked for all the wrong things for a long time. My husband looks wonderful to me now, but that's because I know him. When we met, I was drawn to his mind and his personality -- not his looks. I was also a bit put off by some of his social skills. Lack, that is. But while some of it is still irritating at times, he's my [pet name deleted] and I'll keep him.

For what it's worth, he and I first met online, though match.com, and that worked much better for me. Men would get to know me a bit through my writing, before they saw me. I present myself differently in real life, and it hadn't been good for me in dating. Emailing back and forth for a while before meeting face to face was great. Met some other kewl guys that way, too.

Anyway, how long have you been getting treatment, and how do you stay motivated? Do you run into trouble when you get stressed? Backsliding trouble, I mean?
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