There comes a time in your life when you have to walk away to save your sanity. For me that meant walking away from the woman who I thought was my forever. Man was I wrong because that b***h was straight up crazy. Bat s**t crazy doesn’t even cover her crazy. I’d rather take my chances with Harley Quinn and Bonnie Parker combined then live with her again.
It was after swearing off relationships and devoting my time to my twin girls, my tattoo parlor, and my club did I find the girl for me. Hell that s**t will hit out of the f*****g blue like cupid with his arrows are real.
The girl I want as mine should be off limits to me. Hell she is my employee and she keeps the shop running smoothly and everyone including me in line. Hell this short little sprite is fierce as hell. And when she is in bossy mode it’s sexy as hell.
All I want to do is earn a paycheck and support my sons. Finish my degree that I abandoned years ago. I wasn’t ready to be in a relationship again, not after that piece of s**t douche nozzle of an ex husband thought it was ok to screw around. I mean seriously couldn’t he have been more original than his damn assistant! Least they left a nice trail for the private investigator and divorce attorney to follow, and I nailed his ass to the wall. I’m glad that the train wreck is over but I feel for my kids. He was always too busy for them and now that hasn’t changed.
I feel a trip to the court house coming on because he has ignored visits and other terms of our divorce agreement. I can’t even think about him without a migraine coming on. Thank god he is afraid of where I work. I don’t have to deal with him except on the phone.
The only thing that sucks about my job is my insanely hot boss. My god that man is a walking piece of art, I mean he’s covered in tattoos. But when you read a book or watch a movie and they claim he’s a walking Greek God yeah that is my boss. Lucky for me. I don’t think I would have survived my interview if it was with him, the shop manager hired me and trained me