I laid there in his arms crying, hoping he wouldn't wake up. After a year of not knowing anything or anyone but him, my memories had suddenly come rushing back. They flooded my mind and heart. I was overwhelmed with so many emotions. I had never loved another man as much as him and now i had to make the decision to let him go. Could I really go back to living the life I had before my accident, before the amnesia. My husband was willing to take me back for the sake of our children. He promised to try and forgive me for leaving him, for leaving our family that we had made together. I wondered what my love would do when his memory returned. Would he go back to his wife, to the life he knew before i was in it? What about the life that we had made together. I wondered if it really meant anything. Would he still love me after the love for his wife returned to his memory? Not that it mattered really. I had a husband and 2 children waiting halfway across the country for me to come home. I felt so guilty, so selfish. All I wanted was him, My Love, and to lay here in his arms forever. Hoping my memories of the life before him would just vanish as they had done before.
*sorry if any of my grammer sucks l0lz.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
She's Not Crazy
Today I was remembering some past employees. When working in the buisiness of pizza, you tend to get stuck working with some real winners. There's been a couple of 'em that pissed me off and I called retarded. It turned out that they actually were in some way. Haha i'm sooo nice! I never apologized and i don't feel bad for it either. I'm generally a nice person. If you're not my husband, it takes a lot to get me to blow up on you. When you work with a bunch of dumb, insubordinate assholes it's ok though.
So there was a teenager that worked with us for a couple months. She was pregnant and seemed pretty extatic about it. Her boyfriend didn't exactly look like the the 'i'll take care of my family' type. It turned out she got an abortion because the voices in her head told her to kill her baby but she wasn't crazy. First off, if i had voices in my head telling me stuff i wouldnt be telling every tom, dick and harry about it. I mean, i totally do not have voices in my head. That'd just be crazy....and second, if i had an abortion i sure the fck wouldn't tell anyone. Well i'd never get one anyways. The moral of the story here is that this girl would rather come off creepy and crazy rather than just say "I'm not ready for this" or "My douchy drug addicted looking boyfriend made me do it." Aside from that she tried to take the title of Pregnant Lady because she thought she was the first person to be pregnant there. That title is mine bitch! There's a co-worker that still calls me that. Which i dont know if that's her calling me fat or what.
So there was a teenager that worked with us for a couple months. She was pregnant and seemed pretty extatic about it. Her boyfriend didn't exactly look like the the 'i'll take care of my family' type. It turned out she got an abortion because the voices in her head told her to kill her baby but she wasn't crazy. First off, if i had voices in my head telling me stuff i wouldnt be telling every tom, dick and harry about it. I mean, i totally do not have voices in my head. That'd just be crazy....and second, if i had an abortion i sure the fck wouldn't tell anyone. Well i'd never get one anyways. The moral of the story here is that this girl would rather come off creepy and crazy rather than just say "I'm not ready for this" or "My douchy drug addicted looking boyfriend made me do it." Aside from that she tried to take the title of Pregnant Lady because she thought she was the first person to be pregnant there. That title is mine bitch! There's a co-worker that still calls me that. Which i dont know if that's her calling me fat or what.
Friday, November 6, 2009
You're Wanted in the Nurse's Office
So does anyone remember back in school when they did those yearly scoliosis checks? They have you bend over and the 'nurse' comes up behind you. (No this isn't a rape story.) They run a scale-ish thing down your spine and you were most likely to have boobs resting on the back of your head/neck. Getting the examiner with a big rack sucked. I swear they didn't even try to hold them boobies up at all! That's a lot of weight to hold up when you're a bent over 10 year old. Or maybe that was just part of the exam.
How about them good ol' headlice checks? When them lice monkies were going around school and you were called to the nurse's office after the intial inspection, that's when the segregation began. Everyone treated you like the diseased rat that you'd known you always were. Now your secret is out and those kids you called friends are no longer around. Well within 10 feet because we all know that these lil fckers can fly. I mean, you know how hard it is to avoid lice when you got 5 siblings?! Once you get rid of the little bastards, the infestation, (the lice not the siblings) you'd just get 'em right back. It was a never ending circle. I mean, not that i ever had lice.... This is so not about me when I was a kid in school with lice er I mean when i was an a-hole to those loser poor kids who did have it.
How about them good ol' headlice checks? When them lice monkies were going around school and you were called to the nurse's office after the intial inspection, that's when the segregation began. Everyone treated you like the diseased rat that you'd known you always were. Now your secret is out and those kids you called friends are no longer around. Well within 10 feet because we all know that these lil fckers can fly. I mean, you know how hard it is to avoid lice when you got 5 siblings?! Once you get rid of the little bastards, the infestation, (the lice not the siblings) you'd just get 'em right back. It was a never ending circle. I mean, not that i ever had lice.... This is so not about me when I was a kid in school with lice er I mean when i was an a-hole to those loser poor kids who did have it.
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