Go to the professional's profile
the professional's blog: Its a Kind of Magic
Why didnt you listen????
My ex girlfriend was a pain in the anal! She was never wrong Oh no! knew everything, wouldn't be told. Her mum used to say that!. Until she met you that is, she'd always finish. My ex was a car nut, a 20 something female equivelent of a boy racer. I'd get in the car, she'd drive as always. I'd look across as I buckled up and say "Well?". She look at me and say something like "Oh fer christ sake's, you're not my dad!" or "God, you're such an old man, Jeez!"and then she'd put on her seat belt, tutting and huffing. It was always the same, and it always made any trip anywhere a bit sour. Her mood was soured cos she didnt like to be told what to do, especially by me! My ex had always gotten her own way, at home she was a tad spoilt, and all her previous boyfriends would fawn over her, she'd use them as a doormat, and for drinks and walk all over them. And they'ed let her... you see my ex was to put it simply... stunning! If she wanted anything she'd throw up these big blue, baby deer eyes and say "Pleeeeeease,, Oh Pleeease. Not many could resist. But I could, thats why her mum liked me, I kept her in check and grounded. But it drove me nuts that everytime I got into the car, I'd practically have to restrain her with her own seatbelt. She would never wear it, unless I was in the car, never. I knew she didnt wear it when she was out on her own, we had several bust up's over it. It became such a bone of contention, that I remember what she said the day we parted for good, "At least, I wont have to listen to you banging on about that bloody seatbelt no more!". That was last Christmas, I'd not seen her since but I'd send the occasssional how are you/hope life is well text, never got any reply though. So, you can imagine my surprise when I get a call from her mom at the beginning of the month, Hi I says, and how is Madam, these days? Im sorry mal, she said, *****'s dead! I felt my throat close, I thought I was about to suffocate , there and then on the phone. I can hear her Mum faintly in the distance, over the rushing, pumping sound in my ears.....died........car crash, .....swerved to aviod a deer.........window screen, .........No seatbelt! NO F***ING SEATBELT! , I cried out in my mind. I couldnt carry on the conversation and gently replacecd the reciever back in its cradle. Now I was madly in love with my ex, even after we'd split I knew I'd always be there for her, if she needed me. Her mum had always liked me and had seen the texts on her phone, whilst packing her things away, funny thing that, there were all the texts saved in there own special file. Thats why she called. I couldnt go to the funeral, I thought i'd feel like i'd lost her twice. Her family understood, and I sent Orchids and Carnations her favourite flowers. Her mum wrote me and said what a positive impact i'd made on her life. Ive done a lot of, "If i'd... and, "I wonder if I said it different....and,"maybe I could have........this week and I just cant help thinking,.... Not positive enough. Goodbye Sweetheart