PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

guilt

Tuesday, Mar. 04, 2003
My husband who’s going to be my ex-husband someday, but not soon enough!, is picking me up from work and taking me to my new home where my perfect wonderful boyfriend lives. This is strange. I suppose the only thing I can say about it is that at least I know I didn’t do anything so damned bad in that marriage otherwise he’d make me walk now wouldn’t he? I think he’s willing to do these things for me because of one giant major thing called…
GUILT!


But I don't care....15 minutes until a Bucky HUG!!!!!!!!!!!!
5:31 p.m. ::
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