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Turtle-Fucking-Licious To You Fuckers!  is SAD today ... yesterday would have been my 17th anniversary ... why do I still miss him???

Sex:Female
Location: Where ever I want to be,
Country: United States
Last Online: Today
Interested in: Females and Males
               
Age: 49
Ride: Yes
Own a bike: No
Status: Single
Looking for: Friends, riding partners
Religion: A Child of God
Drink: Drink Socially
Introduction:
THIS SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING:

DO NOT SEND A FRIENDS REQUEST UNLESS YOU HAVE CONTACTED ME FIRST. I AM NOT INTO COLLECTING AND WILL NOT BE A NUMBER ON YOUR PAGE. I'M NOT BEING A BITCH, BUT THINK ABOUT IT ... I WOULDN'T INVITE YOU INTO MY HOME WITHOUT BEING INTRODUCED FIRST ...

IF YOU DO SEND ME A FRIENDS REQUEST I WILL WAIT A WEEK TO HEAR FROM YOU ... NO REPLY .... THEN YOU'RE HISTORY!

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UPDATE: April 26, 2009

The love affair is over ... I'm headed to the beach!!!

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November 24, 2008

WOW … it sure feels like it’s been longer than 6 months since I returned “home”.

When I came back it was like stepping back in time, to the day I left. I was still at a loss on where to pick up the pieces. Everything still felt hard. Friends were hard to find. Everyone living in different parts of the city. Hell, even I was living in an area I’d hardly known. Nothing felt right.

I couldn’t understand why everyone else seemed to have everything back in order. Then the reality hit. They’d had two years to “readjust”, to find those new routes, to reconnect with friends. They moved on. I hadn’t.

I stayed for a year and then I ran. I ran away from the horrific-ness of it all, and just ran. I ran to look for another place that would make my heart warm just to know I was there. It never happened. Those two years gave me a peace I can never explain. And I do not regret one second of it. (Except once when I hit the “send” button.). I traveled a lot of miles, met a bunch of people, saw some awesome sites, drank a ton of Jack Daniels, rode with some of the most incredible people, fell in love and severed some relationships.

But I wasn’t whole. Something was missing. My spirit was dead. And that nagging ache in my soul to be “home” fueled the constant wondering. What was it like there now?

I knew if I was ever going to be able to move on, to find another place that felt like home I have to treat this as a long time love affair coming to an end. I had to be the bigger of the two and face this city eye to eye and believe in my heart when I said I was done.

And for the last 6 months, that’s exactly where I thought I was headed … to the final goodbye.

My angels have returned to my life, and the past week has been incredible!

So, on Thanksgiving I will be moving into my own apartment, in the neighborhood I wanted, and being thankful for all the wonderful blessings that have been given to me.

Love and Miss my Familia!


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Bikers tend to only be selfless when it comes to children, and humble when it comes to veterans. - FeFe 11/2009
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