one of the first posts i saw when i got on tonight was an excerpt from jenny slates little weirds....it talked about a love, wanting a type of love...
i had that exact love... whenever i was cooking my baby would come RUNing for the kitchen. he couldnt get there fast enough. just to put his arms around my waist and hold me from behind and dance with me while i was making eggs... i had the kind of love that people write about and dream about. the kind that movies are based around and great myths. i had that love. i had that man. the kind of love i dreamed about. and wanted my whole life.
and now my man wont even speak to me. doesn’t want me around him.....
if i told you this was hell, would you believe me?
















