|lone_travis||Dec. 26th, 2011 05:17 pm Finally Christmas Is Over. Thank God.|
I'm not about to whine and get all teary eyed over the former love of my life, instead I'm going to tell it like it is, I'm a straight shooter, always have been and always will be. Marine here. I'm not about to become a phony sniffling sissy now, so don't expect a tear jerker story coming from this guy.
For the majority of people I guess Christmas time is a joyful time that is spent with family and friends but for me Christmas always reminds me of my ex. The life we once had and the life we thought that we would have... we had dreams of carving a place together in this world that we could call our own and create a home and grow old together. It never happened and I'll tell you why, because this stinking selfish bitch was never satisfied, it was never good enough for this rotten bitch. I'll never forget that Christmas night when the shit hit the fan and she threatened to leave and demanded the house and other possessions that were ours... of course I was one one who paid for it all, this lazy bitch didn't know what a fucking job was, all she did was pop pills and drink like a fish. She was so stuffed with pills that if I picked her up and shook her she would rattle. Well, that Christmas nightmare is etched in my brain forever and there isn't enough booze or nyquil that can erase the wretched memory. Her tantrum nearly wrecked the place, the tree got knocked over and it looked like a tornado hit the house. The cops were called and the stupid flat foots knew the drill, they knew our address just as well as they knew the addresses to the neighborhood donut shops. Let's just say the flat foots were familiar with our place, get my drift? On this occasion, Christmas night of all nights, she wrecked the place pretty damn bad and the cops started harassing me why it was that her eye was swollen and closed shut black and blue. I told 'em the dumb bitch ran into a door knob and they bought it and left. That was the last night I ever talked to the rotten bitch. It's been sixteen years since that cursed Christmas night and it still seems like yesterday. I'm just grateful that she is out of my life and that Christmas is finally over... thank God.
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