The Truth The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

my last post was an abridged version of who my wife and I became my wife and I....lot's of folks have been asking me and my wife says it's the worst story ever so let me tell the whole truth an nothing but the truth so help me jeebus...if I had a gideon's bible I would put my hand on it as I say this.....I do NOT condone any of the actions(anymoore)......

I had recently left a bad situation (....no job....bad headspace...etc). I had been chatting on a website for quite sometime and if I am not wrong (prove it) she had me on "ignore" for quite sometime. We had some mutual friends on said site and somehow she took me off of ignore and we struck up a conversation.. one day said mutual friend was having a get together and 'the wife' decided to fly down. As we had struck up a conversation we decided she could crash with me and my cousin while she was down here. So she flew down and I met her at the airport after a few phone conversations. After dinner it was time for bed on thursday night.

Friday brought on shopping (as my wardrobe wasn't to her liking) and then to meet up with the friends. We shared our first dance that night. Then it was on to bed at a friends place.

Saturday morning was spent chit chatting with friends until it was time to head to another friend's get together. Time to get to the points that aren't really all that appropriate. There is a drug called MDMA makes you moore open and honest. Common street name is ecstasy and next to cocaine and LSD it was my drug of choice. She used to use it too but not to the extent I did. So we dose and the night wears on. I was outside enjoying a cigarette and she was talking to her "other mommy" another mutual friend. I came back in the apartment and was met by "Nikki". She looked at me and said "awe you and my baby rora are getting married". So the rest of the night until the wee hours of the morning was spent just talking and sort of feeling each other out on what was said.

Sunday morning-night was spent like any day after "rolling" is spent, not doing much of shit. The day after is called "being ate up" for a reason. You feel like you were eaten, digested, and shat out.

Monday was spent relaxing and her talking to her bestest friend about the goings on of the recent days and prepping her for her return trip to NH. During the night she must of swiped my flannel shirt and pillow case and left Mr Kitty in my room.

Tuesday was her flight home. After not wanting to let her go at the airport I boarded the bus home. I saw her flight fly overhead and this manliest of men shed a tear. Maybe I will write a blog on the other times I have actually cried in a later blog post.

Wednesday was spent with me being mopey waiting on a my nightly phone call with the mocha princess. It was then that I was told that in one weeks time I was being bought for a christmas gift by the wife for my now wife. I was to board the same flight that take Aurora home. Yay me.

Thursday was spent telling my cousin that I was about to ditch the dust cloud that was my life to join the love of my life.

For the record on that thursday when I met her at the airport she was wearing blue jeans, black boots, a blue sweater, and striped thongs that matched her bra (I believe).