My last wife was tremendous in bed. However, it was her mind that made her so interesting that I fell in love

We used to have endless conversations about life,  the universe and most things.

Those conversations are what I truly miss the most about my ex-wife.

It’s been nearly 11 years, and I haven’t had anyone intrigue me the way she had.

That’s when you know you’re in love. It’s when even the dumb shit is the shit you love about someone. 

I got a tattoo that came from art she drew that became our marriage tattoo.

My IQ is 215, and my only tattoos are my kids nicknames and my marriage tattoo. Things I thought were forever.

Now, she was my 4th wife.

If I’m honest.

Why wouldn’t I be. I just wrote live in truth.

Her daughter, my stepdaughter,  kept running away. She used me as her reason.

This is why I left.

I could feel the anger toward me building daily.  It wasn’t that it was justified, but the right thing any mom would feel in that situation.

I never stopped loving my wife. I lied like a motherfucker and a half to myself about it.

I stopped lying to myself.

This is my life. This isn’t some story. I actually exist.

As I find shit out about me, I let you know because no one should ever have any questions about my character as I teach.

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