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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