One of the first French phrases I learned, "Comment resistez-vous a la temptation?" To answer, I don't. Now, I'm writing this after a few drinks, so please excuse the spelling. At what point do you reach the point of no return? When desire and reluctance are no longer equal? When the devil on your shoulder wins? I have been fucked over, cheated on, and lied to; yet I was always faithful. I'm absolutely on fire with desire, yet loyalty is what stops me. But what the fuck is it that I'm loyal to?? Lies? Broken promises? His infidelities? No. Not anymore. Just this one time I'm going to be the bad one. I'm going to be the one to shit on this picture fucking perfect white picket fence life I've created in my mind. And do you want to know why? Because HE called me beautiful. When is the last time YOU called me beautiful. Because HE asks about my day and LISTENS to my response. When the fuck is the last time you even asked? I am not perfect. My body isn't perfect. My past is riddled with terrible things I'd done until I met you. But you know what, you threw a great girl away and one man's trash is another's treasure. So here's my summary on how I feel about you - FUCK YOU!
I'm a stay at home mother, a cam model, and a fiance. All of these labels I am proud of, but it's time I've started chasing my dream. I am going to start writing. I'll post a little of what I've written once I'm done. Wish me luck.