Monday, July 28, 2014

Should've left something to the Imagination II...


I'm forty. 
I've had more mistakes than positive moments in my adult life. 
I'm a divorcè with three children. 11, 9 and 3 1/2. 
There isn't one thing I love more in this world than those three souls. 
I'm in love with a man that will never love me back. 
This man consumes my days, we spend all day together on the days that I do not work
We have more in common than any other person in my life
I'm in love with a neurotic ass that is pretty decent most of the time. As long as I act right. He loves me and we've been together for close to a year. 
I am lucky 
I am blessed
I am grateful for all the blessings I've been granted
I am a true believer
I am strong in my faith
I like a slightly older man that treats me like a queen and I think of him often, though not as much as the man that will never love me. 
I'm neurotic, but in a loving obsessive completely unconditional sort of way. 
I am jealous of time. 
I am not jealous of other women or their looks but the time given them when I want it. 
I am filled with empathy. 
I'm a realist. 
I do not understand myself. 
I am borderline bipolar. 
I am mostly manic and anxious. 
When I am depressed though it lasts for weeks. Months sometimes. I cry and lose my sense of reality and the swirling in my brain is dizzying. 
I have an above average IQ. I have no idea how I want to use it. 
I have been arrested more times than I can remember. 
I am a felon. 
I could never hurt someone physically unless they were going to hurt my children or in self defense. 
I can kill someone with my sharp biting words when I'm angry. 
I will forget about it the next day, though most of the people I've abused this way cannot. 
I want to be taken care of emotionally and mentally and physically. 
I want to be taken care of financially. 
I want to love someone that returns the love unconditionally.  
I see a therapist. 
I love sex. 
I love love. 
I need love. 
This is just another list of me...


This is just some of me.