Already, mission accomplish almost... We did not go to the baseball game. With an overheard conversation with my girlfriend and a small argument, my husband canceled our plans to attend. We decide to take our children bowling. A long overdue family outing. Of course we took two cars so my daughter could drive the little ones home, therefor we could meet up with the crowd after the game. Small compromise... Right?
It was an event when we arrived at a dance club. Everyone was two sheets to the wind and we were perfectly sober. Which no one noticed. Amongst the perfect gals that were there... Another crowd of people from our town was there as well, that I would rather not hang with in any situation. These women are the kind of women that look down at you for looking somewhat attractive due to their lack of self confidence and deep down inside wish they could look that good. Jealousy... They are the gossiper of the town making total fools of themselves. Sweet symphony for me... After a few dirty dancing songs and 2 cocktail. The night was over. Everyone was heading out the door due to being over served. Not so bad of a night. Still a little pissed off at husband....
Then my insanity began... The next day. I got an urge to have my tramp stamp enlarged. Yup! You heard that correct. I sat for two hours getting tattooed by my sister's fiancee. He fixed the once so small butterfly on the crack of my ass to this amazing piece of art. As I was in total pain (remembering the pain of childbirth) it was very soothing in an insane kind of way. With every piercing of the tiny needles pricking my skin, the numbness of my feeling deceased. Pain is bliss. I was empowered. Nothing else mattered. My pain was soothing. By the end of the ordeal the pain was barely bearable. Wishing for it to end. I can concord anything! For the brief moment life was real.
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