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this is the 3rd story I've tried since my accident,it's still unfinished and a rough draft so please excuse the horrible mistakes I'm bound to make

In a car accident I was badly hurt,breaking my neck.Still able to walk I found myself emotionly crippled.Like a typical guy,I worried if I'd ever date again if I never learned to hold my head up straight or would I ever be able to have sex again

Thinking of all the negative aspects instead of praising God for allowing me to live through it and walk again.Bored I got on Facebook like the rest of civilization.There I linked up with an understanding young woman.Who told me everything would be ok

Jen listened to me b***h and complain about pill prescriptions,constant pain in my neck back,left arm and shoulder blade

Instead of being her man,I was her sissy dependent

I CAN'T HAVE SEX,IT"S GONNA HURT REALLY BAD I said

While real men would risk death for sex

Before the accident Joey was this real tough guy.All it took was getting hurt bad.To make me realize I wasn't that tough at all.Luckily my mom and dad rasied this big kid again.Until a girl ready for a challenge,entered my life

Doctors told me I'd get almost back to my old self.I didn't believe them and sometimes I still don't.But everyday it gets a little better

Lets just say it got good enough to ruin everything,once I started thinking the way I used to. Feeling manly again,caused me to lose the best woman I ever had.All because she was the kind of person,you just couldn't lie to

Sure this other young woman was a hottie.Long blondeish brown hair,pouty lips in skin tight jeans and a halter top.She wasn't there the morning after,still the scent of her perfume reminded me of the mistake I made

 

Before the accident family members warned me,I was living to fast.So instead of listening I went faster.Being the big tough guy

What happened was Gods way of opening my eyes

Opening them life changed,seeing things for what they were.Seeing Jen smiling with the sun up high in the background.There weren't any answers or explanations to give her.Just cold frigid silence,that served as the sad truth.

The details never came out,Jen packing the things she had at my place

Said she'd rather leave it a mystery,had anyone else known it would of certainly went around like a cold.When people ask what happened,I just telll them that things didn't work out but were still friends

IT'S A LIE THATS A FANTASY OF MINE

Reviews

[Jeremy Baker]

Stream of consciousness style is effective, although as you say it's a draft. the underlying message and pain/doubt are very apparent and draw the reader in. If this is our life story then I hope it's cathartic for you and that your recovery continues apace. An enjoyable read!