Love V.S. Lust

I have been thinking back on past relationships the last few days. At the moment I am in a wonderfully loving relationship with my soul mate, but before Barry (or BB if you like) I had some doozies (and douchies). Let us start with my very first love, that loved me back,we'll call him "Dick "because that's what my friend called him because he knew I was with a "Tom, Dick, or Harry." So I met him at a training school for the disabled where I went to get secretary training. He had jet black hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. The first thing I noticed was how long his hair was cause I have a thing for long hair. He was so hot! I met him one day when I was sitting and staring into space feeling home sick. He walked by and said "hey, cheer up it can't be that bad." I just smiled. I stole him away from all the girls. We were volatile to say the least. He cheated all the time and was physically abusive,though I must admit I gave what I got in that department! I hit back. We had a child, and got married. I left him too many times to count but I always went back. He dislocated my jaw, I fractured his skull with a 1974 Nova car door. He slapped me around I kicked him in the nuts. What kept me going back? The hope he had changed, and sex. Sex was great with him. That's why he had so many affairs, 44 girls that I know of anyway! I finally left him and had a lot of one nighters and then I got sober. I met another guy who we'll call William. He was cute and sparks flew, but he was controlling. He didn't let me go anywhere or speak to anyone, he even purposely broke my car and left it at his uncle's house so I couldn't go anywhere. He was abusive to my daughter and one night I woke up to find him standing over her staring angrily. I was getting ready to leave him when I caught him cheating and he left me. Finally I found real love. The deep down to the bottom of your soul, this is the one love. He is so good to me. He's intelligent (something the others weren't) he's hilarious and I mean make you pee your pants funny, he's so handsome and just awesome. Always go for love,though it hasn't yet, lust will fade and passions will cool, but true, deep, lasting real love lasts!

This is How My Brain Works, or How Twisted Am I?

Ok a while back B and I went to see the parents (mine) and my daddy is now making knives with deer antler handles,they're very nice, anyways on the way home I was playing that game "what's in the box, bag, bucket, or barrel, you know that game where you try to guess which body parts might be in the boxes, bags, buckets, or barrels you see tossed on the side of the road? I usually only end up with lots of heads or arms and legs, but not a lot of torsos (sp?) Anyways I was playing and then I got bored since I hadn't noticed any torso sized receptacles, and my mind drifted to thinking about all the dead deer (Bless their hearts) just lying about. Well then I start thinking how I wish I could get their antlers for my daddy cause that sure would make him smile! I'm thinking about how I could get out there with a knife or hatchet and get some antlers then I think, man if someone saw this short gimped up hunch backed girl out there hacking antlers off the dead deer, my what a sight I bet that would freak people out! So then I think what if I got out there and had fake blood all over my face and hands and maybe had a blood capsule and bit it so I had blood coming from my mouth and turned and smiled as the cars whizzed by....so I tell B all of this and he says "No don't smile it would look scarier if you just stared and kinda held up your hatchet. " I tell y'all I love that man more than coffee AND chocolate!!! So tell me dear readers (of which I think I have one) how twisted am I??

My Fist Blog!! yay!!

This is my very first blog so give me a little slack. I'm not the dullest crayon in the box, but I'm not the brightest either. Today I am just writing a short "about the author (that's me) " then we'll move onto the wisdom part,such as it is anyway ...I am 44 years old, almost 45 . I was born with severe congenital scoliosis,which means for me anyway, my spine is curvy (like a slinky) . All the other crap that's wrong with me, and there's a lot, came later. I am a mother of a 23 year old woman who makes me proud every day. I am a recovering alcoholic/addict and an all around twisted person, in more ways than one! I will hopefully have a few followers (not Jim Jones size maybe but a few) . Anyway that's a tiny taste O' Terrie!!