Ya know how some people grow up to get married, have children, buy a home and live happily ever after-ish?
And sometimes they break up? And sometimes that leaves a mother to raise a child/ren on her own? And being the brave mother that she is she picks up the shattered pieces of her life and moves on? Yeah well that’s not how I did it….
This isnt your average story of a single mom and her endeavours in love.
(endeavours is secret code for BIG FUCK UP)
You see this is the story of me…not the girl next door, no no Im the crazy bitch down the street…..who married my high school sweetheart….who happened to be a gang banger (yes I went thru a rather ghetto fab gangsta phase. Big deal. I have a lot of great stories)…. who happened to discover that it was more fun to do meth than it was to do me.
Turns out….a meth addicted gang banger is not husband material. Not even just because you’re knockered.
Yes girls…pay attention…NEVER get married because youre pregnant, or because he needs a green card….only get married for love.
*Please note: I have no idea how love works nor am I anywhere even remotely qualified to give adivse BUT I do know a thing or two about doing it all wrong and I feel it is my duty to tell these stories in hopes of maybe saving even one woman….from herself.
Rest assured that if you think that you’ve royally fucked up in the relationship department….Ive fucked up bigger. Much bigger. I once wore the sash that no woman should ever accept from a man…..the Mistress Sash. Its true what they say in those Lifetime movies ya know…he really is NEVER gonna leave her…even if he did…HES CHEATING ON HIS WIFE….not good husband material either.
Beneath the shaken faith in love and happily ever afters….theres still a girl….a girl who wants everything.
Instead of looking for love in all the wrong places, Ive been trying to survive the aftermath of “love”
Im sick of this shit……survival isnt good enough. I want everything.
