Eurgh, between his tattoos, bad breath, fondness for sedated animals – there’s something about him (beyond these things) that irks me. Perhaps it’s the way he treats women – or what the women is his family have to say about him, very telling of a person when their relatives haven’t got kind things to say. He belittles me, whilst I focused on helping him grow. Yuck.
Anyways, I feel free now. Not happy, but free. Happiness will come eventually (I hope), in the mean time I’ll revel in my freedom…
Black Diamonds Project 