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    Diary of a Mad Addict

    Story written on August 16, 2005 by T6beach.
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    Sometimes you gotta know when to fold ’em . . .

    As I sat on the floor with my arm raised above my head, I started to realize what a saint K actually is. Her behavior was no where near the level of insanity I exposed her to everyday with my bizarre actions and thoughts and words and deeds. I was starting to comprehend how much of a great person she is to put up with my antics and I was beginning to feel just a little guilty. Yea, I could rationalize the craziness in my life by saying its all L’s fault (WHICH BY THE WAY IT IS), ***** , I do any way . . . So technically there should be no guilt because I cannot control my actions.

    But the guilt illuminated the fact that perhaps I needed to apologize for my accusatory tone and misplaced misgivings. Yea, and if I actually apologized I just might get the key to the cuffs as well as the enduring love that my wife seems to be withholding at the moment.

    (YEA, THAT’S IT . . . THAT’S WHAT I WILL DO . . .APOLOGIZE . . . AND MAYBE I WILL GET LUCKY!!! WELL AT LEAST GET OUT OF THESE CUFFS CAUSE MY ARM IS KILLING ME!)

    So I stood up and worked my way as close to the doorway as I could. Seemingly leaving my arm behind, I stretch and strained to reach to opening.

    “Come on, K, I am sorry that I said you gave me herpes,” I began to plead. “I know it’s taken me nearly three hours to come to this conclusion, but it’s true baby, I swear, I am sorry for those things I said. Nothing personal, honey, but I cant picture you cheating with anyone behind my back. You are just too good and kind of a person.”

    I stopped chatting and waited in silence for a response, any response. Getting nothing in return I tentatively began to speak once again.

    “K? Ya there baby? Come on K, give me a chance to apologize right. Please . . Please . .just say something, anything to let me know you are still there because this may sound a little ridiculous but here I am, in the bathroom and I gotta pee babe and I cant reach the john.”

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    1. Beach – You are awesome girl please don’t stop this story…you crack me up along with the sadness that you are realizing the love of you life is with you every day. Thanks for revealing ‘The ONE’ to us. I think Sea is ‘The One’ for me but I have not read chases story but will begin today. keep up the great work girl….

    2. Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat…ah, you get the idea; would keep me from seeking out the ONE. You know the one…the one who makes my sides split with laughter…the one who makes me cry and howl because she’s loonier than a hooker with a yeast infection on Saturday night…that’s right beachy, and why you ask? Let us count the ways, shall we?

      ““You fuckin pull that rack from its hinges or crack the tile or dent the dry wall I will come in there and pepper spray you after I throw a glass of grape juice all over your piece of shit white tank top. Then I will give a shovel so you can just dig your own grave. So just stop it you moron.”

      (DAMN . . . SHE SOUNDS REALLY REALLY PISSED)

      “There was even a mobile folding tray, similar to the ones used in hospitals, which K had concocted in case one or both of us wanted to use the computer while bathing.”

      “Come on, K, I am sorry that I said you gave me herpes,”

      “(FUCK, HERE IT COMES . . THE “BUT” . . . THE LECTURE . . . THE SPEECH . . . THE PART I DON’T UNDERSTAND . . )” LMAO!

      “Little did I know as I kicked started the bike that my wife and my shrink had been conspiring to plan a surprise birthday party for my big “40” next week. Little did I know as I zoomed out of the driveway, not looking back that every single person I knew in my life would be there. Little did I know as I rounded the corner which lead to the highway that I knew so little . . . .”

      See what I mean? TBC maybe? Oh I don’t think so. I’d click my way through China as long as a beachnut story was waiting for me at the end of the cyber tunnel. Keep em comin ya nut.

    5. OMG, a T6beach story that has left me sad? WTF? And to top it all off, now you tell me I’m the one, after all these months? Oy, you better come back with another chapter and make this right Beachie! BTW, that was a kick ass chapter.

    7. Hey Beach…I will call you soon…I swear!! It’s about time you outed Chase and told everyone that she is THE ONE!!! Do you know how hard that secret has been to keep?! Great chapter…totally funny, yet sad at the same time. I’m with hunty 38…why the hell does it take you so long to post!!??

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