that didn't work for me.
i once gave my husband a really nice bj, as a loving intro into some bad news, mainly that he will have to quit his job, abandon his entire life, and all the people he thought of as friends and ran away with me to finlad, UK or even better somewhere warm like cuba.

he called me a tramp and an ultimatum giving bitch.

luckily for me i don't really remember it at all.

on a more serious and much sader note, apparently i do remember.

i guess i wldn't believe him if the situations was the other way around, besides he still thinksn i was wrong, while i do't see how he can't understand that getting kicked around by his buddies was not fun for me, and that maybe at cuba we wld avoid all that.

anyway having to run away from one name calling, abusive spouse right into the hands of another -name calling abusive spouse -"did"- "wonders" for my self easteem and overall mental balance, so i almost slapped two little boys across the face, and at best i did touch their perfect little faces i a very inappropriate way.

it's not that when people abuse me it hurts like hell and it's undignified and heart breaking,especially if it's someone i love, well it is that, it's exactly THAT, but what's worse is, untill you find a way to heal from the abuse, and it's pretty darn hard to heal from something you don't remember happened, until you find a way to pick up pieces of yourself and try and glue them back together those people bring you down to their level, so you aren't patient enough with perfect little boys, or you let stupid mean beatches get to you over the fact that they ganged up on you and announced to the people who pay for your living how you are insane and hurras them, when all along they stalked you across the damn country to try and catch a glance of your boobs, which they will later call small, and a tea mother fucking towell

no wander i'm ugly y'all, i probably begged the fritzle to make me ugly in a desparate attempt to save myself from gauging my eyes out at the sigt of you touching your little peckers, or big pecker s,I DONNNNN'T GIVE A FLAYING FUNCK, right in front of me, like i was a comunity bicycle you all HAD A RIGHT to take a ride on.

and if i die of lung cancer i wil fucking sue you all from beyonf the grave.

except abdul.

he should just learn to listent o his next wife and put her first and never assume the worst abot her, and if she is the worst, for crying out loud don't rape her, and maybe you two will be fine.

the rest of you say your prayers that i do not die of cancer prematurely and end up at frizles mery again, coz i will sue u i swear i will find the way.
i should've know nsomething bad was going on if i was suddenly smoking like a turk.