But I’m not sure….it really hurts John…I love her, but she’s like two different people. The one I love…and this person who has doesn’t car... about anything but getting hold of the drugs, getting drunk and now I find whoring herself out to get them.’ ‘Misha you have to accept she’s an addict. You can’t stop her, she has to stop herself. It’s an illness. What you’ve been doing over the past year is to try and treat her as if it’s just a blip every so often and that she’ll be able to stop, but you. The club was now pretty packed and Carol decided it was time for anotherdrink we were both getting a little tipsy now but still having a goodtime. She seemed to have been away for ages and I was getting anxious,"what the hell was keeping her," I said to myself opening my small clutchbag I took out my cigarettes and took one from the packet, I fumbledabout in the dim light in my bag looking for my lighter finally findingit I lifted it from the bag, as I did so my hand bumped the table and. I realized that I wasn’t paying attention, and the Cubs had two on, with one out, and Nelson was struggling on the mound with his control. Again. Bill had finished his beer and had flagged a vendor for another. His gut had definitely started to get a bit too big, but at least he had a nice wife to go home to. It had been a year since Anya had dumped me, in public, at dinner with some friends. Her friends, as it became clear after the breakup. I mean, she was a Yankees fan, so I should have. Several years later I married a beautiful woman, who I still love to death. We are a perfect couple and I am looking forward to growing old with her. Her name is Susan and she is the woman of my dreams. She is sexy, smart, loves sex, and has the most beautiful long white blonde hair you have ever seen. Donna on the other hand has been married 3 times in 5 years always going from one good looking (but not very nice) guy to the next.So, this is where my story starts. A month ago my sister invited.