He is a man with a lot of demons….. he’s lived a hard life—much of it due to bad choice and vices that have some damned dark demons attached.
Sometimes, I feel like a rabid animal in my own skin; when someone hurts him, I can taste blood on my tongue. I have the deepest urge to claw out the eyes of the unfeeling fools who wound him. I see red. My fists burn. My eyes sting.
~ Fatal
Ill be back after I find the tissue box….and the last of the Chianti. * blows a kiss Feve’s way*
Men don’t always “get it” that we feel this way too, eh.
Amen sister…Amen. ~sigh~
Slow motion spontaneous effect…….I needed some time to mull this….and I am still mulling it.
Fatal’s words combined with the sentiment in the blog post sent me to a pensive place. I don’t regret what I have done, not for a second.
But
*heavy sigh*
I never expected to get so invested in a man other than my husband….words like these…..would send me to such a pensive place over anyone but my husband.
(I have a huge bottle of Dramamine to share if the circles inside the circles make others as dizzy as I get at time)
~ Colum McCann
Oh, Feve. I simply adore you.
xoxo
I do try. 😉