I have a story to tell you. It’s about my man and my marriage. Well, it’s about a lot of other stuff too…but it all ties in. When the whole thing started, with him, I mean, I had a dead mamma and a gay daddy. I loved daddy but I rarely saw him. He left the dry heat of Texas to go live in a different kind of heat in Los Angeles with his new man.
I was alone. I had been on my own for years. Even living with my folks I was alone. Then one fateful night I met Bruce and he began to sweep me off my feet. Girls, he was handsome and flaunted the money and promised a grand life. My coupon cutting days were over!
Well, it didn’t turn out like I’d hoped. He turned out to be a real rotten peach. And so was most of his family. On the outside we looked like the perfect. Behind closed doors it was a whole other story with emotional and physical abuse. I’ll leave it at that for now to keep this “G” rated.
When I begin my story I was approaching my tenth wedding anniversary…and I knew it was going to be my last. I had a plan. I had been working on it for some time. Solid plans do take time. I wasn’t about to just walk away with nothing!
So please take a look at my story. I want you to know I made it! I am happy!
And the funny part is, it didn’t happen quite the way I’d planned…