Posted by AdaGrace on December 14, 2004, at 6:33:03
In reply to Re: I'm Henery the Eighth I Am, posted by Susan47 on December 13, 2004, at 20:20:03
Dear Ada, wait, scratch that, I never wrote "dear" in front of your name when posting to you. Was that because I didn't hold you dear, or because my simple hilbilly education did not learn me proper writing.
Now, where were we.
Ada. I hear you met someone new that you are interested in. Good for you Baby. I hear he treats you like dirt. You really can pick em can't you. You like to be treated that way, don't you. Screaming at you, disrespectful towards you, but yet all that turmoil turns you on doesn't it. You're father revisited isn't it? Susan was right, wasn't she. You are continually searching for a replacement for you father. You found yet another one didn't you. There are so many out there.
By the way, that new guy you met, he just wants to f**k you too. But you like that as well. You want an imaginary friend like you had when you were a child. Someone you can turn to and not have to face in real life. Because the one you have in real life is scaring the heck out of you with all his medical problems, all his needyness, all his judgmentalness. See I know you better than you think Ada. You want to be needed, you want to be loved, and yet you don't really know how to handle that do you. Because to find that and enjoy that would mean that you feel you deserve that. Sweety, we both know that your Daddy taught you better. We both know that you deserve to be yelled at, you do stupid things. You deserve to be hit mentally and physically because you keep messing up. Ada, oh Ada.
It's Christmas time Ada. I have someone to snuggle with at night and I like the fact that it tears you up. It's so good for my ego to have left you the way I did. Like an ending to a movie don't you think? Telling you I'd call. LOL. I was so smooth. You deserved that. You loved too much. You were too intense. Too damn sweet to me. I'm like you.....I like someone to treat me crappy. The police show up at my door monthly now. We are on first name basis. But man, can she romp in bed. I get it everynight. She's with me 24/7, that way we figure, if she is with me all the time, I won't think of you. Because baby, I think of you. I think of you all the time. I think of your sweet words to me. I think of the way you felt in my arms. I think of the way your coffee, smoke laced voice kept me at attention on the phone. Man we had some great times on the phone, didn't we?
Well, I gotta go Baby, my sweety is calling. We'll talk again soon. (LOL)
poster:AdaGrace
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