I just found out that I'm one inch taller than I thought.
I wish my butt did not go sideways, but I guess I have to face that.
Life is short. Ricky and I realize how lucky we were. We want to be together all the time.
I must've got whacked on the head. He presented a totally false person for me to fall in love with.
Just because people can express themselves through their art doesn't mean they are great communicators in person.
After the first miscarriage, I tried to take the attitude that it was my body's way of telling me that this pregnancy wasn't meant to be.
Four months is a lot of living with that little life in you-thinking about it, eating right for it, nurturing it and all of a sudden, it dies.
I have this helicopter crash, and I fall in love with this man who was in the crash with me. I must have been suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome.
I don't count that relationship with Ricky. It's just like a blip at this point. I had to fall in love with the devil himself to get this sweet angel, Jack.
Basically he never went to work and didn't have a job. Of course I thought he did. I thought he was on the phone doing business deals instead of borrowing money from people.