feddoc
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I suppose we have all chosen the wrong woman/partner at one time or another.
Mine was in the 90s. Pretty, petite, killer body....I'll admit my mind was swayed.
Things started out fast and ended soon enough
Things turned sour after awhile; she forged my name to a credit card application and got the card and signed it as me. (I will never set foot in a BIG O tire store) It took a handwriting expert to get them to refund the charges.
Then I figured out she was cheating on me and made a movie (with another man, if you are wondering).
One night we had a disagreement and she grabbed a roofing hammer and threatened to crush my skull. I just laughed and put the palm of my hand on top of her head. I asked the neighbors to call the cops just to make sure she was uninjured when I kicked her out. The cops took one look at me (I'm not tiny) and started giving me the routine...until I pointed out that the bleeding teeth marks on my left forearm would likely match her mouth.
A few days later, as I was taking her stuff back to her, I overheard her say 'that's what makes me want to kill everybody'.
Things were so bad that her kid wanted to stay with me instead of her. He eventually went to live with his dad just before school started.
SOoooooo, what is your story about a Lori Vallow in you life??
Mine was in the 90s. Pretty, petite, killer body....I'll admit my mind was swayed.
Things started out fast and ended soon enough
Things turned sour after awhile; she forged my name to a credit card application and got the card and signed it as me. (I will never set foot in a BIG O tire store) It took a handwriting expert to get them to refund the charges.
Then I figured out she was cheating on me and made a movie (with another man, if you are wondering).
One night we had a disagreement and she grabbed a roofing hammer and threatened to crush my skull. I just laughed and put the palm of my hand on top of her head. I asked the neighbors to call the cops just to make sure she was uninjured when I kicked her out. The cops took one look at me (I'm not tiny) and started giving me the routine...until I pointed out that the bleeding teeth marks on my left forearm would likely match her mouth.
A few days later, as I was taking her stuff back to her, I overheard her say 'that's what makes me want to kill everybody'.
Things were so bad that her kid wanted to stay with me instead of her. He eventually went to live with his dad just before school started.
SOoooooo, what is your story about a Lori Vallow in you life??
