Frank and I had a good time together in the beginning of our relationship. He was an accepting, loving and understanding man. His only issue was he had a drinking problem. I knew I was getting myself into trouble. I broke up with him early on and all it took was a mushy card with a sweet note to find my way back to him.
I have always had these two sides to me. One was the escape artist and the other was the real me that spoke very quietly and secretly to me. That voice was such a whisper but it spoke to me saying, this