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[scarysnowhite]

Im no longer second guessing mike. Im third and fourth guessing him. maybe we shouldn't move in together. maybe I was just desperate for a way out and he was there for me. then again maybe it is worth a risk. who knows anymore. he's my lame twix bar husband. we've been getting into arguments lately. mainly because he's an ass...or is it because I'm the bitch? I'm sure its a bit of both really. he complains too much and I don't want to hear it. he talks about how terrible his family is. I try to listen, but I'm bursting at the seam holding in stories of my own childhood. I know he would be there to listen, but I don't think its his place to know. it's none of his business really. I tell who I want to tell. I share what I want to share, don't push it. but I must say, I am glad he stopped drinking for me. he was quite the "regular." way to go right, I work with alcoholics all day and then have to come home and be with one all night. I sure know how to pick 'em.

how many more frogs do I have to kiss until I find my prince?

I need new metal.

-k.