There are some women I know that I just love, love, love. They are few and far between, they are bizarre gals and so am I.
In addition to being bizarre, they are the most genuine, loving, compassionate, genteele, honest and loving eyed human beings. Should they see you, you can rest assured you will be cared for past eternity.
Stepmom20, you're going to be fine.

There are some women who emody betrayal in its most intent ways. They do it through their eyes as well as the others give love. You know, the women who emody love.

I think of my sisters, my mother, my aunts, and these are women I laugh with. Although it has become a faddish clique that women band together over red, purple what the fuck ever hats, pasty painted trendy said wine glasses and the illusion that when we reach our fifties, sixties, seventies, what the fuck ever, that we know.

We do and we don't.

The hurt never dies, and you're a fool if you think it does. If you think you know how to pick up all of those pieces, you're also a fool. If you know how to balance a glass brimming full of hurt, I wish to feel you.

Did you know that in a tiny little homely town there are homegrown chicks who run spa like places that laser off pubic hair front to bottom? Two of my friends had said experience. Now, they know I am a true blue die hard fan of the 60s. The first time I saw 'Hair' I was a bit overwhelmed, it took me awhile to incorporate that all. They kept trying to goad me into joining them. It was good fun to banter back and forth, I didn't understand them though.

That's the way it's always been. Sometimes that the fact that I don't understand, don't relate feels like sunlight, dawn, something. Other times it feels like quite a retardation.

One of the accusations I had to laugh in the face of his ex's attorney was this: "You hveten acres, do you not?"

"I have ten acres."

"And do you have horses upon this property?" (Implying luxury. As if horses are a luxury. They are a responsibility).

"Yes, I do. I have two horses."

"And how much do they cost per month?"

I had three horses. I am going to have to sell my two remaining.

One thing I cannot fathom is really how fucked up, how sick, how mean, how stupid so many people are. I can not th000000000000000000000 anyone would be