You laughin' again? I don't think its' nice you laughin'. See, my mule don't like you laughin', he gets the crazy idea you're "laughin'' at him........but if you apologize, like I know you're going to, I just might convince him you didn't mean it.
I ended up marrying her (no, we ain't hillbillies) on May 4, 1974 and we stayed together for 3 1/2 years..........until she finally realized what a horrible mistake she had made.
Outrageous sex, but different life goals...........she ended up with a six figure government job in DC and never married again.........guess I ruined it for her. She has, I believe, now gotten close to retirement age and owns a beautiful home in Durham, paid for, and has close to a million stashed away plus her govt. pension.............when she leaves........according to her brother.
I ended up with Lynda, she has remained with me for 35 years now so I think this one is a keeper.
Marvelous cook, fantastic mother and mate/friend, world traveler, great physical shape, and most of all..........................she still loves me, I can feel it and see it in all she does, don't have to hear it, just know it, just like I know the sun will rise tomorrow. You cannot put a price on that - it is priceless.
When I had reached to "low point" with the vodka/beer and valium, I took my pistol-grip 12 gage and blew three 00 buck rounds into my town house walls when we were separated. That was the end. She pulled me out of that shit and got me into rehab with the VA and I got "clean". She did not have to do that. But she did.
The woman saved my life.
