I want you to know my story. I am not sure why. Perhaps it will give you courage to press on. Perhaps it will give you courage to stop. You tell me.
This is my story. It was amazing at times. It was painful at times. But at all times it was beautiful. I am posting it here because it cannot be denied and will not be forgotten. The memories, both good and bad, will forever be a part of me.
Love and Hate
Love Before First Sight?
My First Attempt
The Sound of His Voice
Months of Foreplay
The Day We Met …
Intended to Make Love But Ended Up Having Great Sex
We Made Love That Day
Roller Coaster From Hell
Real Men Don’t Cry
Super Bowl Promises
Our First Valentine’s Day
Waiting with Anticipation
Confessions of a Taxi Cab Driver
Third Time’s a Charm
Just A Memory
Things I Love
Happy Anniversary Babe
You can read more posts about Jack and for Jack in my Categories found on the side bar:
A-to-Z Challenge (a variety of things for Jack)
Jack Pissed Me Off
Letters for Jack
Poetry for Jack
January 4, 2017
affairs, cheating, courage, emotions, feelings, hate, life, love, lust, misery, pain, poetry, the other woman
Promises. Does anyone live up to them? Does a promise made by one person become an unrealistic expectation of another?
I think I am over the anger and bitterness and disgust that I harbored for him and what we had done. But with letting go, those feelings of love and lust and adoration come creeping back in.
I want it to end. And I want it all back. If this is anyyhing close to what hell feels like, I really need to pray more.