A HOTT Day at the Spa with my Boss, and Past Skeletons Resurfacing- Journal Entry (12) (Aug 5, 2020)

I know it’s been, I don’t remember. I was indecisive on rather I should post an update. Having trolls follow all of my social media accounts and leaving rebuttal comments to discredit anything I’d said in that particular post. If you read one of my journals, I started to get deep into the trials my husband put me through. I stopped because we’re still going through it. We argued the other night because one of his past skeletons started trolling me. She was the one, leaving rebuttal comments under some of my posts. I’m not going to get too deep into it. I’m still embarrassed and hurt to talk about it. Only a small circle of people knows what I endured, forgiven, and shocked that I’m still standing. I’ve been asking myself that question a lot lately. Especially now that I’m getting older and want to make some drastic career changes, and I know he won’t agree with it. I will end it here, saying you never know anyone’s journey until you walked in their shoes.

The Day at the Spa- July 23, 2020 (extended lunch break)

While arriving at the spa, greeted with a blonde young lady (looks to be in her 20’s), wearing a push-up bra under her all-black polo shirt (that she purposely had unbuttoned low), she also wore a lot of makeup. She had checked our temperatures, hence to see if we had the Flu, oh, I mean the (Rona). I keep forgetting the Flu no longer exists anymore. After that ridiculous step, we were given keys to our lockers to change and then told to wait in a private lounge room after we changed. At that moment, I realized we were going to be in the same place. I nervously changed clothes, feeling like I was getting ready for something very intimate, and debating if I should tell my husband.