I read a blog the other day, rolled my eyes, cried “Bullshit, urban legend” and clicked off of it.
I kept thinking of it though and finally I googled (google queen remember?), and I found out I don’t know everything. The blog was about infedility and it’s subject was about how you can physically have a broken heart from discovering an affair. I love the blogger, she is usually short, sweet, and to the point…something I’m not…and I can read her blog in a couple of minutes. She’s funny too, so I get a kick out of her. She uses the word Nobber (if you want to know what it means check her out) and it made me think maybe I should start using it too. Go see her at “A confused wife’s honest Blog”, it’s worth the visit.
Any who…I said she was short, sweet, and to the point, me I tend to ramble…she was right and I was wrong. You can actually die of heartbreak, it’s not just in Fairy Tales. Reading up on it, was scary, and it explained a lot. Google ” Can heartbreak kill you” and there is article after article on the subject.
How is it explained? After we find out about the affairs we stop…we stop eating and sleeping. Some drink more and start using drugs to numb the pain. If you smoke, you start smoking like a chimney. We have intense psychological stress which increases our heart rate, blood pressure, and clotting…Yea!!! We are all now ripe for a heart attack. If you don’t have one? Not to worry, you will still be first in line to get every single sickness/virus you come in contact with, because your body is in shitty shape.
I used to be a healthy person, I NEVER got sick. I could catch my kids puke in one hand, while making my breakfast and still walk away healthy. Just this last winter? I had the stomach flu 3 times and flu 2 times…and severe head colds. I didn’t think anything about it until now, and now I’m slightly pissed. I’d really like to swab my ass next round of the stomach flu and send “the whore” some truffles from a secret admirer…just to share the fun. She could stand to lose a couple pounds…speaking of which.
I took my youngest son clothes shopping the other day, he needed some new shirts, and it was fun discovering what he now likes to wear as a teenager. On the way out of the store I stopped to look for me a pair of shorts. He watched as I hunted for my size, and I finally gave up.
“What size do you wear?” he asked.
” A zero, but some brands make their zero’s too big…” was my reply.
“Holy Hell!! Do they make clothes that little?” he exclaimed shocked.
“Yes,” I smiled at him” They are just hard to find. I lost 20 lbs this last year Bub”
“I know,” was his reply, but I could tell as he looked at me he was actually seeing it for the first time.
I see it sometimes…On my good weeks I’m a whopping 100lbs, on my ‘bad’ weeks I sink to 95lbs. At the height of my depression I was 89lbs, and I got scared, forcing myself to eat. I see wrinkles that weren’t there before, my two grey hairs multipled like crazy, and most days I don’t have the energy to do half of what I used to get done before breakfast. Has the affair taken a toll on my health? Absou frigging loutly!!! It has changed me mind, body and soul…
You can actually die of a broken heart…who would have thunk it?