Dreams

Speaking of dreams, it feels as if this manufacturer went into my head and ripped this appliance right out of dreams.  See?  Dallas can't give me pancakes, bacon and coffee at the same time.  

My abusive boyfriend, Dallas.

Dallas Texas to be exact.  And while he might be lovely for millions of people, he and I just do not get along.

We've been together for eight plus years and I have finally had enough.

Since the beginning, he's had this wonderful way of luring me in with promises of happiness and adventure, huge success and shiny trinkets.  An elusive carrot.  Filled with the most decadent flavors and alluring sweetness, so Dallas says.  And then every time I am thisclose to having it all, or even some of it, I find myself broken and disappointed.  Dallas beats me up with my own shattered dreams.  And even then, exhausted and disappointed, he still manages to reel me back in with a promise of something amazing just around the corner.  Again with the carrot.  The ever-dangling out-of-reach carrot.  

Always, just around the corner.  Always, if I can pull myself together long enough this one last time to see if I can grab all the fulfillment it promises.

But this time, I'm saying no.  This time I'm moving on.

Goodbye, Dallas. 

Escape!

After 2,646 days of prison.  I am free.  


FREE.


Now to start the Rest of My Life, Chapter II.  


And-ah here-ah we go-ah...