More on the Book
I am writing about my ex today. I met him in Paris, he's from St. Malo, and he looks JUST like Bon Jovi, if you find that type attractive. Evidently, I did. My mother took one look and said he looked like a terrorist. Why oh why didn't I listen to her?
I spent a summer in St. Malo with him, then he came to the States with me. The only way he could stay (and we both wanted him to stay) was to get married. So we did. We eloped with my parents in the back of the car.
Andre understood NONE of the ceremony: I had to kick him in leg to say "I do." We had it all set up. I kick you in the leg, you say "I do." And it worked.
Unfortunately.
The marriage did not work out in rather a spectacular way including abuse, starvation, and thievery. I will probably go into it more in tomorrow's blog, when I type it up for the book.
Did I mention he was probably fooling around? Never could prove that, but I was sure he was. By then I'd sure kicked him out of MY bed, and Andre was one horny dude.
I went back to California, got all the furniture (it was all mine), all the pots and pans, AND my three cats (one of whom was arguably his.) Packed all this up and drove it back in a HUGE truck to Nashville. You have lived until you've driven 1000 miles with 3 screaming Siamese in a truck!
By the way, I got revenge from all this. More on that tomorrow.
My girlfriend just said that Vienna won the Kentucky Derby roflol~ she shall henceforth be known as Horse Face!
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