The line that is not to be crossed.
It’s interesting, this notion of a hard limit. Every time I think, “I would/could never _______,” I am proven so, so wrong. I think the universe must have many a field day as I eat such rigidly constructed mantras on a regular basis.
I said I would never live in the South.
I spent eleven years in Memphis, TN.
I said I wasn’t into women.
I was in a lesbian relationship for ten years.
I said I would never, could never cheat on someone.
I told my ex-girlfriend I was not heterosexual, bisexual because of my history but totally gay from here on out.
I haven’t chosen to date a girl since we broke up.
I said I would never join finances again.
Of course I did.
I told her, “No way,” to open relationships; that’s a deal-breaker.
Totally tried it in hopes of making the relationship work.
I will never live in Japan.
Yeah, like that didn’t happen.
I didn’t think I would date a transsexual.
Best thing I’ve done yet.
At this rate I should be living in Los Angeles, practicing yoga on the daily and equipped with a station wagon full of kids in the next five years.
And a dog.
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Truthful, fun, and brazen!
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Your courage and honesty are inspiring.
Damn fine post!
Thank you so much for reading and the kindness!
Thank you for making the read worthwhile!
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