Anger is the lover I wish I could live without. I always tell her we are over, but when my wife
Reality starts nagging I run right back. She is as evil as a woman can get. I know she is ruining
my life, but in the moment I only love her. She brought her sister Depression into the affair, and
what a beautiful w***e she is. She makes my pain beautiful and erotic in the weirdest yet most
pleasurable ways. I wonder how much longer this affair can last before I have to face my wife, or
get a divorce.
Im am the one who you look to if you need a shoulder to cry on, but also the person you cross the street to avoid. I am cold hearted and caring. An oxymoron given physical form. more..