I love my but can't stand this time of year. Do you ever think like that? I mean I wouldn't trade my for anything but I hate mothers day weekend. It's been 11 years Sunday and his face is still in my head smiling and laughing and it is bad that he doesn't get to grown old but his aging face does in his brothers images. But yet they are nothing like him but yet exactly alike at the same time.
In life we say one thing and mean another expecting the world to understand us. Looking for love means looking for wild uninhibited passionate sex. Looking for sex means the one person willing to over look everything and do what I want. How did we get so out of touch with saying what we want and meaning what we say? In life I have seen and survived alot of the worst a person should hear about let alone live through. I have buried three babies and my husband by the time I was 24 years old. the last eight years looking for a friend and lover has gone sucks. Not like I ask for much someone to talk with to keep the craziness away to go to dinner or movie or just out for a drink and game of pool once in awhile with and of course to have hot wild sex with when both in the need for it. But as is life any more that seems impossible to find. Which is weird because guys all the time say they just want someone to hang out with so they can screw them but when you want them you can never find them.