How Did This Happen?

I was a normal girl, with a normal life, a normal husband, a normal job, a normal house. Normal, normal, normal. I've never been the "sexy" type. I am occasionally sexy, but have been told that I have this "innocence" about me. Maybe it's the bun I wear almost every day. Who knows. My point here? I've never been "that girl"........

My life went to hell, oh, about a year ago. Not going to get into it here, because this blog and the content I'll be posting here are my escape from unpaid bills, foreclosure notices, and my unhealthy marriage. Judge if you want. I would have, oh, about a year ago. If you still grasp tightly to black and white morality because it makes you feel more secure, more invincible, better than- then more power to you. It's just that I've lost that luxury.

So when I got an offer I couldn't resist, I jumped on him, I mean, it.

And, I maybe, might have met someone who was in town visiting that I may or may not ever seen again, and we might have made out, and if we do ever see each other again, it might go biblical.

Yes, I've turned into a tart, a whore, a harlot. A cocotte. Sometimes I feel a little bit guilty, but mostly? I just want more.

coco