So how do I choose?
Now it is easy because I have crossed that threshold and no heaven is an illusion but many years ago while I was alive I had choices and made the wrong ones each time.
So, how do I teach you to not make the same mistakes I have?
Well, let me tell a story that may help.
Once upon a time...
cheeky yes but well deserved in my situation...
Once upon a time there was a woman who had her choice of men and chose unwisely each time.
First she chose a man for money over a man who loved her and bought a pretty little sapphire ring and she thought nothing about it other than to pawn it to pay a bill.
Then karma hit her like a bat out of hell and all that she thought was it was worth it for the few years of peace from the fear of having no money comes from, but it was crushed and pummeled beyond anything she ever imagined because as much as she tried to love the man, he knew she did not.
Loyalty and love turned in a horrible direction when he she refused to give any more of herself at the man's whim in the bed.
He took my home...
I said "Over my dead body. I will burn it to the ground before you get one penny."
Courts take these kind of statements to heart and it was enough to finds me behind a cage.
That woman, me, was locked away in an insane asylum while the man she thought would take care of her forever pieced away her life.
True story my friends....
I was locked away for over a year while the world took everything away from me.
When I got out, I had nothing and no where to go.
I remember walking with my silly little suitcase filled with nothing but cotton t's and a few pair of pants.
I walked from the asylum two miles down to a Wal Mart to call the only number I had burnt in my mind.
And what is funny is that, I can't remember that number any more or who I called or how I got back back home. I say a home but it was not mine...I was reminded about that every day I lived there.
All I remember is the punishment did not fit the crime.
Give me a bit to remember.... after all....I have been dead a long time and my old life is hard to remember
The blondead will write again....I promise
Stray with me for just a little bit...
I may not be here much longer but while I am....I have some good advice for you girls
and warnings for you men