A tear formed in the corner of my eye once the car had disappeared into the night and slowly slid down my cheek. ‘I think I love you, Shellie,’ I ...hispered. ***** Christmas time was a long grueling solitude that nearly sent me into madness. I missed my children and their happy faces on Christmas day and I missed Shellie dearly. Honestly, I tried to miss my wife as well, feeling almost obligated to do so but I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it. I was just too happy to see her enjoying. "Okay a complete exaggeration, those guys had to have been in their mid to late twenties and Sylvia was only thirty-two; but really, I was trying to make a point."George, it meant nothing. Things are different here; men and women don't get married like we do back home." No, they don't, Sylvia! But that's no reason to forget that you are married to me. At the moment anyway, the way you're going I can't see us being married long after we get back to our own time again." Oh, that's silly, George.. "Damn! Why does everything have to be so confusing?" I groaned. "I love you. I love mom. I don't know what I'd do if either one of you made me choose between you." My voice wavered. "What if you got so you wanted us to be together exclusively? I'm in a hopeless spot if that happens."Betsy was silent for a minute. Then said, "I think I could accept her in your life as long as I could still have you too." After another moment she continued. "Tell you what, I bet Pat would accept me too, once she. Don’t starts without…Oh I forgot I guess you won’t be able to do that now.” Sara had to smile at that. “Smart ass.” He returned shortly with an ice bucket without saying anything about it. “I want you to tell me what you were doing to yourself when I came in on you. What did your chat partner tell you to do?” Sara was taken back by this question. She wanted to separate them form the embarrassing moment when Mark had caught her in the act so to speak. “Oh lets just move on from that Mark. I just.