anniecruz

It's official now. As of May 22, the day I decided to bring Christian with me to Jamaica, my husband and I filed for divorce. The actual divorce itself isn't final yet, but it will be very soon. Tis why I have not updated any journal lately. It's been a hectic few months of hellish bickering with the ex and dangerous days spent with my lover in secret during those unyielding times. My ex-husband and I are no longer bitter. The constant fighting has decreased to very few arguments every now and then. Nonetheless, it still is a little weird, I still question myself that unanswered question though --

WHY THE FUCK DID I MARRY A MORON???

Thankfully, I have moved onto better things. Christian is the best boyfriend, lover, and most-importantly, friend I have ever had. Ever. No one has treated me with such kindness, love, and devotion. I have never devoted myself to anyone as much as I have now. I have a notorious history of never being able to attach myself to one person, much less keep a relationship. Indeed, I married, but that was a lesson learned early enough for me to avoid such mistakes. I was once the young girl, who vowed to never do a devout thing. People change. As for being the young whore, who fucked nearly everyone that crossed her path, I have grown out of that. I remember getting into porn and doing it to truly get laid. I don't even need that anymore. I'm at the point, though, where my career is sky-rocketing. Still, I can't wait for the day Christian no longer has to share me. He is enough man for me, and as I've declared many times, the best lover I've had. I can't wait to leave this awful place called Los Angeles, when we can both be free and have only each other. I love him like I've never loved before, and I'd sell my soul for him if I could.