I have had a few people ask me why I wrote this book. The funny thing is that I never had a plan or an intention to write a book; the thought never really occurred to me. I mean, what could I say that somebody would be interested to read. However, I had some friends a few years ago that loved hearing my stories about some of the crazy relationships I had in the past and they told me with all seriousness that I should write a book. They said my stories were very interesting and often quite funny. At first, I kind of scoffed at the idea because it just seemed kind of preposterous. Yes my stories were interesting but still who would want to read them without knowing who I am? Plus, I was wondering that if I did do it, would it not be kind of assholish, to write about previous loves and romances? I mean some of this is fairly private stuff. Then it occurred to me that if I was going to do it, I could just change the names and that seemed like a better idea. However, then I decided that if I was going to go that far then I might as well write about all of it; the good, the bad, & the dirty. Not only that, but I should do it the best I could from both sides (not just mine) and I don't always come out smelling like roses. Now a little over three years later, I am a published author and that is pretty damn cool. Should you choose to read it, I sincerely hope that you enjoy it. It was certainly an experience writing it and reliving some of these things that I hadn't thought about in years while doing so.
CHAPTER 13: THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME/Three Strange Days Melody had gone through a lot in the last few months and she needed Christmas to be a very certain way, so I played along with that and on the big day we spent a little time at her house and a little time at mine; however, we also went to her ex’s parent’s house for Christmas dinner. Not only did she stay close with her ex and his kids, but she also stayed very close with his parents and his sister, so we spent our very first Christmas together with her ex-husband and his parents. Again though, I did realize this was weird and highly unorthodox; however, I just chose to look at the situation as being rather amusing. There was one point during dinner where I was on the side of the table against the wall and couldn’t freely move about, and then her ex-husband (who was sitting on the other side of the table) got up and asked me if he could get me another drink. I accepted his offer but deep down inside all I wanted...
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