itstartedwithpolar

It started with Polar. Polar Bear Micheal O'Meara. This is sad, really. It is sad because I was to be married in 5 weeks, and my love was completely redirected. The love I had for me, myself and I, spread...quickly, right past the fiance...and to this helpless ball of white, over-priced, shedding furball. And then, 4 years later, to a tiny, helpless 5lb baby girl in a foreign hospital (Columbia St Mary's Milwaukee, Wisconsin) and then again, 2 more years later, to a big, beautiful 8lb baby girl. It's true that I am a sucker for the underdog. My bff put it so nicely once - that I love people who won't leave me. I play it safe and am not an overachiever when it comes to relationships. (Something like that anyway) It's true. And it's not true, but it's sad. It started with Polar, and it continues on this way. I can only love one 'person' at a time. And that person is me.