A few weeks ago I got it in my head that I needed to leave the rodeo cowboy, because, really, I should have done it long ago. You can only be dicked around for so long until you say enough. So today, with all the pain in my heart and in my twat, I dropped it on him, subtly in between the good morning, babe and what’s for the day, I texted, “Darling, I don’t want to be secret anymore.”
He gave me the excuse I expected, as if he’s had to give it to a thousand women, and he let me know he has had to give it to all the other women who love him. His country ass seemed to have confused me with other women. I smiled, ‘I am not other women, and it wasn’t a question, cowboy.’
I replied “Okay” and left forever. So yeah, I met my soulmate, but my twin soul was one shady motherfucker, who never came clean with me about a thing. And as I sit at the bar thinking of all the work I’ll need to do to forgive myself for this, the one song which always makes me cry, came on:
I ain’t about to go straight
It’s too late
I found myself face-down in a ditch
Booze in my hair, blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me in the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don’t know what love is
Still don’t know what love is
My Love is for the Birds - Sketches 