Friendship...poof!

The Cycle of Friendship...

We played dolls every Friday while her Mom babysat me.  Then our mothers fought and I never saw her again. I don't remember her name!

Lisa sat in front of me in 1st grade.  We sat together at lunch.  Then, my mother moved us across the city.

At the new school there was Chuckie.  He made funny faces.  The end of the school year was the last I saw him.

Kids came and went.  I expected it.  Then I married Fat Boy and I wasn't allowed friends. There were a couple women here and there that were almost friends until Fat Boy either fucked them, tried to fuck them or warned them away.

Luckily, Fat Boy ran his course and avoided me after he got out of jail. He learned nothing from hitting me
with a steel bar.  I was so confused...he got released.

My second hubby was all about partying.  He partied while I worked to pay for his drugs, booze and
cigarettes.  I sobered him up and he beat me nearly to death.  He went to jail for awhile. Bye bye!

Third hubby was too good, too great. I wasn't used to that shit!  Bought me everything I wanted - it was too much and I walked away.

Girls I worked with never kept in contact after the job ended. Never!  So many of them!  

Neighbors smile, nod and sometimes get lucky and then they move.

My favorite bartender quit and that was that.  No more trading drinks for BJs!

It's been awhile...it's frustrating.  

Hi, new friends!  Hope you enjoyed reading this. Hello? Where are you?

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