The Writer


She writes by the moonlight.
She builds castles in the sand,
Knowing the water will destroy it,
No matter how large or grand.

On paper her pen betrays her.
Spelling out every feeling and thought.
Writing down every dream and desire,
That she had ever sought.

She draws pictures in the smoke,
Knowing before she looks, it's gone.
Yet she does all these things,
With a smile and a song.

She doesn't care what she looks like,
Or what other people think,
She only cares about emotion,
And what comes out with the ink.

Her soul is in every poem.
Every story hold her mind.
And deep inside those sad eyes,
Is the most beautiful person you'll ever find.


Whiskey

Well we went to Frankenmuth for our 1st year anniversary. We went and got this awesome room at the Hampton Inn in Birch Run. They were a helluva lot cheaper than the actual hotels in Frankenmuth. Birch Run is right off of I-75 and only a few miles from Frankenmuth so it was a better deal all together just to stay in Birch Run. Besides they have Outlet store across the way from where we were staying.

So we get up there and check into the hotel, the room is gorgeous. I t had a King sized bed and a jacuzzi tub right in the room. Even though a twin bed was all I reall wanted for our stay... I f you get what I am saying.... he he he. Anyway it was really nice and then we went to Frankenmuth and went to the Bavarian Inn to have dinner.

This is just a regular family oriented restaurant... I mean its world famous, but there wasn't any reason of why the next few events happened.

So we wait in this horribly long line just to be seated, and we wait and we wait some more. Finally we are seated and the waitress was very nice and brought our drinks and what not. Then she brought some of the salad and appetizer items. So I stuck my fork in some berry relish or something? I wasn't sure of what it was or how it tasted so I took some and put it in my mouth.

Then I was scolded and told that I am rude and don't have any manners by Brian.
We are not in a 5 star restaurant and we are not dining with anyone else but just the 2 of us.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER? If i took something and didn't put it on my plate first before trying it?

What if I didn't like it? Why would I want something that I didn't like on my plate to make my other food taste just like it.

So he went on to say how its not my fault that I don't have any manners because of the way I was brought up.

So basically he belittled me during our anniversary dinner, in public and then expects me to be all happy and go lucky. It took all I had not to just fucking get up and walk out. He made me feel, again, like I was lower than fucking dirt!

I cried! I have never cried in public before. He hurt me so much and over nothing that mattered?

It hasn't been the same in our relationship since.


Whiskey