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two hour movie

 I sometimes wish i could fast forward to the end of this story and see how it ends.

Is it a drama, comedy, suspanse, ....true crime?  What genre does my current life fit into?  

Rocky (my nickname for her) came over to my place yesterday.  She arrived at 1pm and left at 5:30pm.  Mr. Cigar left us alone until about 5 when he texted her to tell her he was feeding the dogs and to take her time.

We talked.  and talked.  We got really mad at him and we laughed our asses off.  We told "our" side of his stories.

We didn't trash him, but we did acknowledge he is not always a nice man.  Lots of reasons why, none of them valid in how he has treated both of us in the past.  I have no tolerance for things he has done to her, and she doesn't understandd why some things just don't bother me like they should.

Nothing was answered by the time she left.  But at least we have hugged, laid eyes on each other and appear to have a lot in common as much as we are nothing alike in personality.  

She is prim and proper. ish.  

I'm not.

We both love him and don't know why.  We all had horrible childhoods, none of us had a good relationship with our mothers.  Abuse and neglect is a core memory for all of us.  

Difficulty with romantic relationships.........check

trust issues...................................................check

Immediate impulse to run from perceived emotional danger............CHECK

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