Reading betty's journal

I was driving along the windey wind-swept hills this evening, my boyfriend sitting in the passenger seat. I had just finished crying. He stared out the window at the passing clouds, wondering how he could make everything better, even though he was the source of my despair. How can a man who is so very intelligent be so utterly self-destructive, or thoughtless? I am not a woman who cries easily. I am a strong, motorcycle riding, former mechanic/soldier who would rather kick a rabid bull with a steel-toed boot than show my weakness in front of anyone- or so I used to think. He brings out the damsel in distress in me. Who knew I had one of those?

I am just me, searching for simplicity.........and a good hair stylist