Being 'sad' is My only excuse for being drunk.
I do this because I Want to...
Absolutely I'll make love to You. You are my special. My only. I've had sex with other people but I've never loved any like I've loved You.
I don't pretend I've Not been here. You know I've been keeping away but I wish I had felt welcomed...
It's distressing and depressing to love You. But also strangely fulfilling. You must know how much I need you.
I Need You.
Can you hear the ludicrous nature of this?
How can You punish me for times we
weren't even together? Surely what I did Then
couldn't and
shouldn't even enter our heads. Unless we are Soul-Mates angry at each other...
Some of that is good.
Have I ever been angry at
Him for trusting the wrong person? He trusted her. I trusted my Bastard Ex. We were wrong.
Are you still in love with Her? Can I even ask you this?
You are still Her's in a way that you'll never be mine.
You don't even give Me
half of what you are.
I give you Me. Hurt me. Sad me. Depressed me. Angry me. Funny me. Loving me. Sarcastic me.
The Fuck you Me. Scared me.
From the ramblings of a Fucked-up-militant-bitch-of-a-whinger-hypocrite-lying-Mother-of-a-Husband.
I'm the Mother of a Husband.
Go figure...
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