Tomorrow morning will determine how I will view 'falling in love' - for the rest of my life. No more fairy tale bull shit. No more poems, original songs or promises to believe. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day & while most couples are lined up to get married, I will be standing solo, as usual, defending my place in the forest. On this special day for romance, I will be present at the Kern Courthouse to hear my former lover, tell the world just how much he hates me. My crime - loving too much.
Mind you, this is the goofy Freemason boy, who signed up on consecutive Total Escape Adventures & knew more about me than any customer ever had. He dated my San Diego neighbor for months, bought the same kind of vehicle as mine (Amigo) & as soon as I move to Los Padres, he follows me up here to buy a home too. Pursuing me to win my hardened heart, dazzle my days & then rip me to shreds.
This poor boy knows no work ethic or self discipline. He chooses to live among small minded folks, who he can easily impress & who ask nothing of him. He would like to control MY every move (as the submissive female) - including what time I can visit the post office, local cafe, even which trails or roads I can be on. We live in a 2 mile radius, in the middle of nowhere. Deal with it!
You will see me - almost daily, in your life, cuz you moved here - near me
..... And if this haunts you, seek professional therapy, soon.
In the many stories of Saint Valentine, he was always known as a martyr. So, if DanaMite is found dead in the forest with a bullet hole in her head, you all know who finally lost it.
