10/3/2011
03 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
This is a rough rundown of the months following my downfall. To make a long story short: I let a complete loser (I mean the worst kind of loser with no job, no home, no upstanding reputation, no citizenship, etc…) walk all over me and completely humiliate me just so I could enjoy the perks of the relationship (Friends&Parties). I let this continue until I no longer had the upper hand. Make no mistake, he IS the one who broke up with me, threw me away like leftovers, but I am the one who had the last laugh. I did a little investigating afterwards and found out about his sleezy little stories. Now, I hold a large amount of disgust for this person and I wouldn’t piss on him if he were on fire in my living room.
After he dropped me, I hid inside of myself. I worked. I saw my friends and family. But I was merely there because I had to be. My smoking got worse. I was disgusted with men in general. Just the thought of being around one made my stomach turn. But then I started talking to John again. Right before Jorge dismissed me, John had messaged me on FaceBook. He was very blunt about things. He told me I seemed like an interesting person and he wanted to get to know me, and possibly meet so we could see if there was any chemistry between us. Honestly, I avoided him like the plague for the longest time because I didn’t expect anything more than what I got from Jorge. But we started texting and calling each other constantly and I finally worked up the nerve to visit him at his apartment. Shortly after meeting, we announced that we are a couple. Shortly after that, we moved in together. Shortly after that, on this lovely day, I decided to post this blog and update on my life. Here we are, folks.
Now to discuss John Paul Lemons: my caveman. He forgets to take the trash out, keeps me up at night playing on the computer, tracks mud into the apartment, and disagrees with me on the Spanish language, but I find it impossible to be angry with him about anything. We take care of each other. From the beginning, we were instantly comfortable around each other and I could spend the rest of my days in his arms. He may keep me up all night playing with the noisy ass computer, but eventually he lays down and holds me. And he may track mud into the apartment and argues with me about pointless things, but he also tells me I’m beautiful and that he loves me every day. Trust me, after a hard day of work, he’s exactly what I want to come home to. +~+SarahKatlinHumes&JohnPaulLemons+~+
I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity. ~Poe
