Why have I been so absent?…
Well, let’s see…
1. I have been working my fucking ass off trying to turn a plain ol’ server job into something more career-like (I’ve been promoted twice). So that’s working out.
2. I have a boyfriend and that’s working out.
3. I have a boyfriend who’s in jail currently, so all my writing is going to him. Every night. And while he’s in there, he works out.
Yeah yeah… say what you will. Look, I’m not one of those “prison whores” who gets a pen pal whose behind bars for murdering their stepchildren, raping their third cousin, robbing a meth lab with a gun, and now we’re “all in love” because he’s “a really good guy deep down”. No. We met, fell in love quickly, then his ass got locked up due to something that happened last year. He’s serving time for a minor, non-violent crime he allegedly committed before we met (like how I threw in allegedly? Fuck you, po-pos!). Judge all you want, ask me how that affects my love life… no please. Go ahead… Your answer every time: NOT AT ALL. Not even a little bit.
He’s perfect, thank you for asking. We’re as happy as we can possibly be, given the circumstances, and quite frankly, our relationship is a lot healthier than 95 percent of anyone else’s I know (all my friends that are in relationships and reading this, don’t worry, you’re in that 5 percent……. *wink*). We’re very honest and open, he loves me more than he loves anything else, he has the body of a Greek god, and he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. But more than that, he makes me feel like a lady (even when he dicks me down like a whore). He respects me, has so from the beginning, and I respect him like I respected my father. I never thought love could be this way, in fact. I’ve been in love before, sure. But not so unabashedly or unapologetically. We love without fear or restraint and I knew from the get go that I was going to marry him one day. I knew within three days of our first kiss. The first night we made love, I woke up with my head on his chest and his arms around me and it was that first night/morning that we knew this was something different. This was something we needed to chase, to explore, to give our all to. They say when you know, you’ll know without question. I have never questioned my love for him, it was there from jump.
We’ve poured our love and passion over onto one another and I can honestly tell you that since he’s been gone, my loyalty and love for him has grown more and more each day.
Now, we have a tricky love story that I will go into soon, but I don’t wanna make any promises as to when. I’ve been very fickle with this blog in keeping it updated lately because, like I said, all my writing goes to him (I write him pages and pages nightly) and by the end of it, I’m exhausted. But I will try to update this once a week on my day off (which is Sunday) with as much information as I can put out. Until that time, please be patient with me.
I’m a girl in love.