Lately I've been finding myself snacking mindlessly on homemade Christmas treats throughout the day and it's making me feel sooo good
As I made the treats myself I know exactly what's in them and let me tell you - they're almost entirely made just out of pure sugar and butter
And yet I can't help but stuff myself silly with them, absentmindedly reaching into the big box full of these fatty sugary snacks I have in my drawer, popping them in my mouth one by one until I eventually run out
And then I get all surprised that I'm starting to spill out my clothes 😅
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Never in my life would I have thought that gator was white…..
Good ol country boy. Played football at university of Florida. Meet him when I went to Naples one summer by myself.
Went to a bar, wasn’t old enough to drink. He bought me a drink, asking me if I was watching the game, I wasn’t.
He got his nickname for two reason. He played for the gators and I’m very anti gator football. I’m a Georgia bulldogs girl 100%. So I always teased him about it.
He and Chez existed at the same time and honestly what a time to be alive. I got the best of both worlds. The streets with chez and (idk how to phrase this) a spoiled life with gator.
We got along real good until I learned he had twins and was a widow. His wife had passed away.
I was too young to be a step mom plus I was already taking care of my niece and nephew and my little brother. My mom was a full time drunk.
Gator is literally a big teddy bear, soft spoken, kind, tall, lumberjack built. Has a great relationship with his family. Literally live 5 houses down from his parents (they help with the twins).
He asked me to move in with him and I just couldn’t handle it. That ment lesving my family, and I couldn’t do it. Funny enough I cut my family off a year and a half later.
By now Donald and TG are in the picture. Donald is coming in strong, TG is coming after me heavy.
I just drifted away, out of sight out of mind type thing. He was in another state, and I didn’t have to deal with him. Plus he respected giving me my space. If I said I didn’t want to talk he wouldn’t talk.
But he always let me back in. I said all that to say this.
I fuck with who fuck with me. Whatever man treat me better, is the winner and I don’t care what color he is.
Black men don’t pursue me the way other men. And I’m not gone force it. Why would I chase after someone tolerating me when it’s men out there who put the whole heart into cherishing me?
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