I spent twenty-eight years doing time. No, not prison, marriage. I don’t want to say that it was all her fault, fuck I asked for it. At the time she had some positive qualities, well, she pretended to have some positive qualities.
Regardless, I fucked myself.
"The thorns that now prick me are from the seeds I have sown."
I love the quote; I wish I knew who said it. At one time I believed it was Oscar Wilde, but my research came up empty. I’ll take credit for it, at least until I can find who it actually belongs too.
Anyways, what follows are stories, true stories of my Twenty-eight years in hell. Enjoy, shit, someone should . .