Did I fail to hear the heart that was beating alone? On the naked ride home.
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The closest thing I have to a good memory from my marriage is a trip to Six Flags to see Hootie and the Blowfish. It rained and stormed epically. My bones were wet. We took off our clothes and drove all the way home from Six Flags in Arlington to our house in Weatherford butt nekkid.
I laughed until my head hurt.
Kev - Ha! I don't rightly recollect having driven au naturel, but I can see how that would've made sense under the circumstances you describe.
Regarding matrimony, I made a decision some time back to purge all remnants of mine from memory. With any kind of luck, I wouldn't see her name or face again.
Yeah and that is honestly one of the very few (as in actually 2) good memories I have of that marriage. I guess there's nothing wrong with having good memories but there's also definitely nothing wrong with a conscientious purge.
Personally, I don't lie awake at night thinking about good memories or bad...
Yeah and that is honestly one of the very few (as in actually 2) good memories I have of that marriage. I guess there's nothing wrong with having good memories but there's also definitely nothing wrong with a conscientious purge.
Personally, I don't lie awake at night thinking about good memories or bad...
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