They were mine. Yup. I feel like such an idiot. A ruh-tard. I started doing some of the heaviest thinking to date and realized that they had the same exact cut and ribbon as another pair that I do wear; ones with cherries on them. They came in a pack of three. Maternity underwear. Yup. Shame on me. They matched up perfectly, just like the glass slipper in many ways. Sorry boyfriend. Sorry mind. Sorry blog. I guess I continue on waiting for the cheating to happen cause apparently it hasn't happen just yet.