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ORIGINAL: slaveboyforyou

Yeah I know it's a weird subject heading, but hear me out.  April has been a weird month for me. 

I lost my job 2 weeks ago.  I got laid off, so I am back in the job market.  The little town I grew up in is lovely, but there isn't much here besides low paying, service industry jobs.  So I have been seriously considering moving.  I don't know where, but I have made up my mind it won't be anywhere cold. 

An ex-girlfriend of mine from 11 years ago just split up with her husband.  I have been talking to her the last two years as friends.  Us deciding to be friends was amazing in and of itself.  I have not seen her since I was 22.  I will get to that in a moment. 

We had a 2 and half year relationship back then.  I really loved her.  She was gorgeous and still is.  She is this half Costa Rican, half Anglo-American beauty.  She has this long dark hair, and deep, warm brown eyes that just suck you in.  She had and still has a body you wouldn't believe.  She is just Jessica Rabbit times ten.  Our sex life was wonderful.  She spoke and speaks fluent Spanish, and it just turned me on.  I met her when I was 20 and she was the first person I ever told about my BDSM side.  She didn't judge me, and she went down that road with me with full enthusiasm. I could talk to her about anything and still can.  She was very intelligent.  I just found out about the break up and she has expressed interest in me again.  I would be escstatic if it weren't for a few things....

We were passionate in our love for one another, but we were just as passionate in our conflicts.  When we fought, it was bad.  She would throw things at me (things like toaster ovens and those old, heavy desktop phones.)  On more than one occasion the police got called over to either my place or hers.  It was crazy. 

Her entire family fucking hated me.  They were extremely religious.  Her father was a Pentecostal missionary.  That's how he met her mother in Costa Rica.  I was not religious, and I am not now.  I didn't grow up that way.  My family were non-practicing Methodists.  If my father and mother didn't have some remnants of Christian guilt..I am sure we would have been raised as agnostics.  I can remember going over there for Thanksgiving in '96 and all of them speaking in Spanish in front of me.  Now I don't speak fluent Spanish, but I knew they were talking about me.  I could tell by the tone of their voice and their hand gestures toward my direction it was about me.  Now I am older and I understand that I wasn't exactly perfect back then.  In fact I was everything a girl looking to piss off her parents would look for.  Plus I now understand why they felt weary of me.  She had a 3 month old daughter when I met her.  She was only 18.  They wanted someone to marry her and take care of her.  I certainly wasn't that person at the time.  I wanted to be, but I wasn't.  There were definitely significant cultural differences.  My parents didn't hate her, but they didn't exactly think we were right for each other.  In 1997, I bought her an engagement ring, and we filed down at the courthouse.  My mother freaked out. 

So as you may imagine, it didn't last.  We broke up in 1998.  She moved away and got married, and I hadn't seen her since.  In 2006, I got a email from her.  She found me on Myspace.  She wrote a very long letter and apologized for some of the things that happened.  I reciprocated and wrote her back.  I apologized for my own behavior.  We were young, blah blah blah...no big deal.  So we proceeded to be friends again.  By this time, she was married with 4 kids. living in Georgia  I was in a relationship with another woman with 3 kids, with no biological children of my own living here in Arkansas.  Honestly I don't think God wants me to have kids.  Every woman I meet has them and doesn't want more.  I am not saying I want them.  But it is weird that that seems to be a pattern with me. 

Anyway, that friendship has lasted until now.  I have enjoyed it, and I have never once gave a thought to us being romantic again.  But now this happens.  She splits with her husband at the same time I am considering moving.  My mother's side of the family are all from Georgia, so I have been looking at moving around Atlanta (she lives an hour away from Atlanta).  She is expressing interest, and I am in shock over that.  I don't know if it would be a good idea.  Granted, we have both matured considerably.  But shit..I just don't know. 

Hell, I don't even know what advice to ask.  Any thoughts?

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ORIGINAL: popeye1250

What if she's "stronger" now and starts winging T.V. sets and computers at you?