She’s still there. I’ve invested more than enough time trying to shit her out but she just won’t void. Spent at least three months in the throes of an alcoholic stupor, hands shaking in the morning until I could get to the liquor store and dose up again. That was almost two years ago now. I think of her less and less as time wears on, but just when I think she’s gone…BOOM, she’ll creep into my dreams or suddenly pop up while I’m driving to work or taking a shit. She shouldn’t do that. It’s disconcerting.
Thing is, when we were together it was the perfect relationship. I never thought I would want for love again. But NOOOO! True to the female psyche, one day she just got bored. I got home one morning after working the graveyard shift to a note on my pillow. It was the 4th of July. “Independence” day. Can anyone figure that out? How does that happen? Is it a chick thing? I mean, I don’t love lightly or often but when I do it’s for good. That’s why I get so thoroughly busted up when things go to shit.
Well, on a lighter note, I’ve finally put away enough money for that Smith and Wesson model 29 with the concalo alves grips that I’ve had my eye on. Sweet!