Nobody reads this. Never have done so I talk from the heart it seems.
Dawn is dead now. Louise is a past memory. Yvonne is now a divorced friend. My lad still doesn't talk to me but hey, it's his issue to deal with now.
Around 8 years ago I was on a Facebook website fanpage for Viz magazine and noted one person was liking everything I wrote. Carol Sheridan? Who's she? Lived in Bebington. Where's that? Oh, not far. What are her pictures like? Oh, very pretty.... Good arse. Contact was made and we started to become virtual friends. My brother had just died, she was going through divorce. Seems we needed each other. I didn't know until recently that my story of when I accidently kicked a pigeon to death would win her heart.
2 years together, shit sit us apart for 3 then now here we are, living together in Wirral, happiest ever for us both. Total soul mates. Peas in a pod. All that with a holiday to Barbados 3 weeks away, me picking but not choosing swimsuit's for her, living every second moment with Irish Carol at the forefront of all decisions.
Reading back I had no reason to live. Now I do. If, by any chance, of which I highly doubt anybody will, read this? Things change my friends. A Facebook meeting for me, totally out of the blue. It will happen to you.
Rip Chris and Dawn.
