Lizzzzz
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lets start at the top
i got out of a 4 year relationship with a doushe bag, got a van, and was ready to hit the road with my crew of friends. i banged one of my drinkin buddies then all of a suden a unicorn came and shit sparkles and rainbows all over the place and we were in love. he left with me 3 weeks later in sept '09 and we went across the country and then on our way back we decided it'd be funny if we got married at a drive thru in vegas. the most sarcastic and hilarious shit either of us had ever done, we told our friends and fam about it later and then were showered with gifts and booze. his mom got me an IUD as a wedding present. i think that says a lot about what she thought of me... but anyways, things were great for a long time. sure, about 8 months in we started arguing over stupid shit but it didnt really get in the way of love. and there were a couple times where we kicked the shit out of each other. i stayed 4 days in the hospital in vancouver washington because i punched him in the mouth and his tooth went into my knuckle and caused a serious blood infection. i attributed that behavior to passion. we loved hard, we fought hard, we made up harder.
so that dreaded day came when we realized what we were doing wasnt sustainable anymore and we needed to winter up and make some fast cash to fix the van and get passports. i also needed new glasses and a couple other things that we had been putting off cuz we were living buck to buck and playing music on street corners to get those bucks. so we decided on kansas city cuz he's from here and i'd lived here before. well we got here and i got 2 jobs off the bat, then quit the one, found a 3rd and quit the second. the last job was at a head shop/record store/porn/adult novelty store so it wasn't unbearable, even though working and paying taxes blows monster cock i was still kinda having fun selling strap-ons and midget porn and bongs. all the money i made went into the van and our passports and rent. we managed to get a room at a drunken queer/tranny house so being a housey hasn't sucked that bad. but the WHOLE TIME we've been here he's been a depressed little monkey, just sobbing around and drinkin every day not cuz it's fun to be drunk but because he can't stand being sober. he held one job for 3 weeks and that was it. all of the money he made definitely didn't cover what his half would have been. and all he talks about is how it's my fault that we're still here. but we're about to leave in ten days and i kind of want to go on my own. i know i'd make it just fine alone in my van with my dog. might even find someone to get under to get over it. maybe even sell the van and meet up with my hoppin' friends. i guess possibilities are endless once you're free.
you know in the movies when the lead male and lead female meet and fall in love and do all sorts of goofy bonding things together and it seems so new and fresh and wonderful, and that feeling of FINALLY having someone who "gets it"... well i'm lingering on the memories of those times and trying desperately to keep it together but i'm growing exhausted and honestly i want to bang other people. i'm bi, and telling girls that i have a husband (even though we have a permission-based agreement on polyamory) is a total boner killer.
so basically my problem is i don't know when to amputate. when is the limb rotten enough to cut it off? or can some amount of antibiotics save this thing...
i got out of a 4 year relationship with a doushe bag, got a van, and was ready to hit the road with my crew of friends. i banged one of my drinkin buddies then all of a suden a unicorn came and shit sparkles and rainbows all over the place and we were in love. he left with me 3 weeks later in sept '09 and we went across the country and then on our way back we decided it'd be funny if we got married at a drive thru in vegas. the most sarcastic and hilarious shit either of us had ever done, we told our friends and fam about it later and then were showered with gifts and booze. his mom got me an IUD as a wedding present. i think that says a lot about what she thought of me... but anyways, things were great for a long time. sure, about 8 months in we started arguing over stupid shit but it didnt really get in the way of love. and there were a couple times where we kicked the shit out of each other. i stayed 4 days in the hospital in vancouver washington because i punched him in the mouth and his tooth went into my knuckle and caused a serious blood infection. i attributed that behavior to passion. we loved hard, we fought hard, we made up harder.
so that dreaded day came when we realized what we were doing wasnt sustainable anymore and we needed to winter up and make some fast cash to fix the van and get passports. i also needed new glasses and a couple other things that we had been putting off cuz we were living buck to buck and playing music on street corners to get those bucks. so we decided on kansas city cuz he's from here and i'd lived here before. well we got here and i got 2 jobs off the bat, then quit the one, found a 3rd and quit the second. the last job was at a head shop/record store/porn/adult novelty store so it wasn't unbearable, even though working and paying taxes blows monster cock i was still kinda having fun selling strap-ons and midget porn and bongs. all the money i made went into the van and our passports and rent. we managed to get a room at a drunken queer/tranny house so being a housey hasn't sucked that bad. but the WHOLE TIME we've been here he's been a depressed little monkey, just sobbing around and drinkin every day not cuz it's fun to be drunk but because he can't stand being sober. he held one job for 3 weeks and that was it. all of the money he made definitely didn't cover what his half would have been. and all he talks about is how it's my fault that we're still here. but we're about to leave in ten days and i kind of want to go on my own. i know i'd make it just fine alone in my van with my dog. might even find someone to get under to get over it. maybe even sell the van and meet up with my hoppin' friends. i guess possibilities are endless once you're free.
you know in the movies when the lead male and lead female meet and fall in love and do all sorts of goofy bonding things together and it seems so new and fresh and wonderful, and that feeling of FINALLY having someone who "gets it"... well i'm lingering on the memories of those times and trying desperately to keep it together but i'm growing exhausted and honestly i want to bang other people. i'm bi, and telling girls that i have a husband (even though we have a permission-based agreement on polyamory) is a total boner killer.
so basically my problem is i don't know when to amputate. when is the limb rotten enough to cut it off? or can some amount of antibiotics save this thing...