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Bobbie — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 07:20:07 -0500

This really sounds like you were channeling me when you wrote this. Scary. And redeeming. Thank you.

"Love laughs at locksmiths!"

The Crying Thing? You Too?

Gena Haskett — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 20:55:01 -0500

Yes, I know it well. Followed by the "Where the hell did that come from?"

I really enjoyed your post and trust me, one of these days one of those promises is gonna stick.

Gena - Out On The Stoop

I was hoping you had a point...?

kimberfae — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 02:25:03 -0500

Look, I realize we haven't always seen, uh, eye to eye. I know I've lied to you. I've let you down and disappointed you time and time again. To your ever-loving dismay, I've made promises and failed to keep them. Repeatedly. I keep promising to change. To pay more attention to you. To be more careful. Still I haven't. You're still waiting.

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. What else do you want me to say?

You're no prize yourself, you know? You're difficult to live with. You're uncooperative and stubborn. Sometimes, I think just to be contrary, when I say "left" you go right.

And you're constantly changing. Just when I think I have you figured out, you go and change on me. I can't plan a wardrobe, much less a life, around such inconsistencies! A woman needs stability.

Oh and hey, while we're on the subject of stability, what's with the spontaneous, unexplained crying jags? Don't they make pills for that or something? Then, when I get used to the bawling, you suddenly perk up and turn into Betty Frickin' Sunshine. Do I look like a yo-yo string to you? I don't know what gave you the impression I was into the up and down rides, baby. Pick an emotion and stick with it for a while longer than five minutes, would ya?

Still, we've had a good run, haven't we, you and me? We've had some fun. Yeah. I love you despite your many faults. I tolerate you and your stubborn death stranglehold on all those things I wish you'd let go of. The regret that sits like a planet on your shoulders. The guilt. This ridiculous obsession you have with the way you look and what others are thinking about the way you look and the way you wish you looked and -- honestly! Isn't that just exhausting? Wouldn't you just like to put that down for a while? Just a small little while?

You knew what you were getting into when you got me. You knew I was no picnic. Picnics are for squares. I realize you didn't get a choice, but neither did I, you know? We've made the best of it, though. We're making the best of it. We do what we do.

So, I'll re-make my promises, say my apologies. You'll do the same. We'll soothe things over and patch things up. Things will go back to good again. There will be good days. I'll keep my promises and hit the gym and cut out the soda and you'll be optimistic and let go of the guilt and knock off the cryin' for awhile. For a while.

Eventually, we'll find ourselves back here again. I'll break them all, you'll pick it all back up. It'll all go black. The days will turn bad. We'll start all over.

And that's good. That's okay. That's alright.

Because, hey, it beats the alternative, right?

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