Ashley Needles

In today's world, people live three times longer than in the middle ages, not surprisingly this means the average person has three marriages. The average length of a first marriage that ends in divorce is eight years. Two years of that is typically spent in the agony of questioning whether or not to leave. There are those fantastic exceptions, of course, those lifelong romances so many of us aspire to, but is that realistic? Is it healthy? Would it be better if instead of saying "Til death do us part," if we gave more pragmatic and achievable commitments? What if we made monogamously committed partnerships that lasted five or six years at a time with a one year period to decide if we wanted to continue through the next several years with that same person and follow through with the contract? Maybe there is something harshly jaded in this thinking but personally, I love variety. I've dated a plethora of people and found priceless treasures in each and every ...

Penny wanted Azure dead. She wanted the millions that bitch would get in the divorce. Azure didn't deserve a dime. Penny had never met Azure but she hated her. Hated the cold hearted prima donna spending the money that belonged to her. Penny had worked her ass off for years to find a man like Dicksin Hooker, a man that deserved her.  Dicksin picked her up in white stretch hummer limos. Dicksin flew her first class every where she wanted to go. Dicksin was a multimillionaire. People thought Azure had helped him get there, but that was a lie. Dicksin told her how Azure just sat on her ass all day while he did all the work. He'd just given Azure credit because he was such a good husband to that bitch.  That bitch was too frigid to give Dicksin blow jobs for all his hard work.  Penny knew how to please men. That's why her johns were much nicer to her than they were to their girlfriends and wives. Those other women didn't deserve the lavish gift she go...

What happens when you choose to stay in an abusive relationship even after your life has turned to hell? I'm so blessed that hell kicked me out, though at first, it cut me apart. I felt like a complete and utter failure. Later, as I began to recover, see clearly, and started living for myself for the first time in my life, that's when tiny cracks began to appear. It started off as what seemed like little things. I wasn't comfortable with people. I had nightmares where I was forced to go back to that "prison." As time went on I noticed bigger problems, things upset me that I couldn't find a reason for. When I liked a guy and we started bonding I would suddenly get really annoyed by everything he did. It wasn't like me to be so uptight or easily bothered. The music he listened to would suddenly make my head feel like it was going to explode or whenever he started talking about something panic would suddenly seize my chest and I would start bab...