Team, It's 3:18 am and I am jsut getting home. I am as drunk as cooter brown. I spent the whole night trying to drink my W away. She hausnts me like nothing I have ever experirenced. They are shooting movies in my home town. Tonight I drank with movie stars. I have the cell phone pictures to prove it. And, yet, all I could think about was her. Have you guys ever heard "Angel Eyes" by the Jeff Healy Band? That was our song. I am sitting hear with it on continual play on Itunes and typing this. Dear god, please make this stop. All I can do is sit here and pitcure her face in my hands. I am crying so hard I can't barely see the screen of my laptop. Why is this happening? Doesn't she know that I love her? She is the only reason I got up in the moerning. Why is she doing this to me? I am soo sorry for what I have done.
So many of you look up to FOBD. Stop it. FOBD is a a farce. He is just a man and he is struggling to make it each and every day. He just wants his wife back. Oh crap, the tears won't sotp. Please make it stop. Why won't she come back? Doesn't she kow that I lvoe her.
Open letter to my W:
Sweetheart,
Me: 39 W: 36 T: 15 yrs M: 9 yrs S: 09/10
So you can get on with your search, baby And I can get on with mine And maybe someday we will find, That it wasn't really wasted time...
