Gunpowder, lead, baseball bats, and words: a break up story

Miranda had her gunpowder and lead. Carrie preferred a baseball bat. I have my words. As a man, if you need the attention of not one but two women (usually unsuspecting women) to erect your self-esteem, I’m the last woman you want to choose. When I find out, and I always find out, I won’t cry over you. I won’t ever lift a finger to “get you back.” But I will write about what happened because that’s how I process my world. And if you make me mad enough, I’ll let other people read it. He stepped over that line. … Continue reading Gunpowder, lead, baseball bats, and words: a break up story