H told me I had eight months to think about all that has happened. Now, he needs time to think things through because he hasn’t had the time I’ve had. If he hasn’t been thinking about it all these months, then what the hell has he been doing? And if he hasn’t had the time... Continue Reading →
Crying over spilled milk
H was upset last night after reading a comment left by a person who replied to his comment on another post. He went on and on about it. What really got to me was when he said, “She is just crying over spilled milk and is probably just dwelling on what has happened to her.” I was... Continue Reading →
It’s my life!!!!
Looks like someone has forgotten it’s my life! This is for him…. It’s funny how I find myself In love with you If I could buy my reasoning I’d pay to lose One half won’t do I’ve asked myself How much do you Commit yourself? It’s my life Don’t you forget Oh, It’s my... Continue Reading →
Fever inside the Storm 