Andréa loved to fuck, tall, leggy in good shape and except for the huge dark circles under her eyes very attractive, I'm sure she would of fixed them I don't really know why she didn't.
I can't remember how I met her, but we became friends and hung out together. After I joined the navy she came to visit, I think now I was thrilled, she flew down with my kids for a month, I rented a base. Trailer, I can't remember for how long ,I think Andrea only stayed a couple of weeks with her son Scott and Danielle and kelly-Lynn. I was so happy to see the girls but I was horrified at how they looked, like poor people, disheveled, poorly dressed. Needed a good scrub , Andrea must of seen the look on my face, she said she was sorry but that is how Donald gave them to her. I took them shopping and bought all new clothes. We went to the beach and the military pool. Sea world. I don't remember what else we did. I just remember rescuing Kelly from drowning Danielle , danielle could swim , kelly could not, so she had to hang on to the side of he pool, so she leaped on danielle thinking she could hold her up so they were going down. I had to dive in and rescue them, I was an avid swimmer, could swim well and I was a trained diver, danielle could swim before she could walk, underwater. They built a Olympic pool at the high school, I used it and the team coach. I wish they had that when I was in high school. I lived around the corner and through the woods. I remember two Australian young men were near in the pool I had to actually dive over his head to get to the girls, when I got out of the pool " he was looking at me and said, I'm still flattered, "What a woman" not goofy but serious like, I was and am still flattered. Australian men are not known for sensitivity, that at least has been my experience. Handsome down to earth, tough. I wonder how many are descended from prisoners. Imagine. Shipping your worst out, I wonder if they were incarcerated in " Stralia"
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Donald Babin
His name was Donald Babin the same last name as mine, but he was so handsome and I was two or three years old, twoish,, just toddling around but I was in love with him, he was the illegitimate son of my Aunt Mary, my fathers sister, she got pregnant in Canada so I was told and she told the farm boy, he had to come to the states with her for she was not going to live on a farm having been raised on one. So the whole family including my father immigrated to the U.S from Moncton New Brunswick Canada.
She brought Donald with her, I think he was born here but not to sure about that. He was tall and so handsome, I had a picture of me and him, I was in a beautiful little girls dress and I was sitting on his arm, with my dress fanned out and I was in heaven,
He got killed when I was tenish or so. I remember the family was devastated and I wanted to go to the funeral but my parents thought I was to young.
I never saw him again, He was coming home from leave he was in the military, and a car full of tired soldiers hit the toll booth and they were all killed. Donald hit a pole, it was before seat belts were invented.
I married a Donald and the only other man I almost married was named Donald. I was and still am glad I did not marry him the third Donald that would of been disastrous. , I only married him to give my girls a secure life, and my subconscious would not let me, I became physically ill from all the stress. I almost died, I do not think my children know about that. I was pretty well on my way out. The ruin of my relationship, my two children , my two jobs, I could not cope. Anyway I was just writing about the name Donald and how so long ago the first and I think only real love of my life got killed. I know I loved him. I knew what love was even at that young age and he was it, and he was gone. I can see his face today as if it was yesterday.
Don't get me wrong I loved Donald the father of my children but not like Donald Babin my first cousin, I told him when I grew up i was going to marry him. I remember that. He had a special affinity for me too, You could see it in the picture I often wonder if my sister has that picture, she like Danielle hoards pictures like they have a magic to them. Here I am sixty eight and thinking of him , he still lives on. At least in my thoughts. I love you Donald still to this day.
She brought Donald with her, I think he was born here but not to sure about that. He was tall and so handsome, I had a picture of me and him, I was in a beautiful little girls dress and I was sitting on his arm, with my dress fanned out and I was in heaven,
He got killed when I was tenish or so. I remember the family was devastated and I wanted to go to the funeral but my parents thought I was to young.
I never saw him again, He was coming home from leave he was in the military, and a car full of tired soldiers hit the toll booth and they were all killed. Donald hit a pole, it was before seat belts were invented.
I married a Donald and the only other man I almost married was named Donald. I was and still am glad I did not marry him the third Donald that would of been disastrous. , I only married him to give my girls a secure life, and my subconscious would not let me, I became physically ill from all the stress. I almost died, I do not think my children know about that. I was pretty well on my way out. The ruin of my relationship, my two children , my two jobs, I could not cope. Anyway I was just writing about the name Donald and how so long ago the first and I think only real love of my life got killed. I know I loved him. I knew what love was even at that young age and he was it, and he was gone. I can see his face today as if it was yesterday.
Don't get me wrong I loved Donald the father of my children but not like Donald Babin my first cousin, I told him when I grew up i was going to marry him. I remember that. He had a special affinity for me too, You could see it in the picture I often wonder if my sister has that picture, she like Danielle hoards pictures like they have a magic to them. Here I am sixty eight and thinking of him , he still lives on. At least in my thoughts. I love you Donald still to this day.
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