The one and only time I've been in love was with the man i married.....there really were days he was kind and loving and charming and all the things that sweep a girl off her feet. When I first moved back to this area in 1979, all my old haunts had closed down. One night I visited a new little honky tonk (yeah, yeah, you know us redneck girls)..... was bent over about to take my shot on the pool table when he passed behind me and patted me on the fanny....I came up swinging with the pool cue (uh huh, don't piss off a redneck that's holding a pool cue LOL).....for the longest time I thought he was the biggest jerk at the bar.....but that place was great so i tried to avoid him when i could....one night, he didn't have a ride home and asked if i'd mind taking him whenever i left.....*smack self in the forehead*, i said ok......on that short drive, i found out he really was a nice guy and all the attitude in the bar was just so much macho bullshit....we wound up down on the river sitting and talking till the sun came up.....and that's the night we both fell in love, i think.....ahhhh, but not all fairy tales have a happily ever after ending.....but when it was good, it was very very good...... and now as i write this, it is to the man who could always make me laugh the hardest, to the man who at one time made be feel protected and safe, to the man who used to could make me shiver with just a wink.....at one time, he really was the other half that made me a whole......before the abuse started, i really did believe he was the one put on this earth especially for me.......foolish thoughts, eh?


Jaybee, thanks for allowing me to have some good thoughts about him.