I am about done.

The rehab ive been forcing myself thru for years and years isn't helping. A lesser woman would have found a pharmaceutical exit a lot sooner than this. I cant sleep, work, fuck, walk, drive, do things with the youngins when they come visit...once a year. My fetishes and fantasies are now just that. I would sell my soul to the devil himself if i could wrap my legs around the head of a beautiful young lady just one more time. But my legs are gone. As are my tits. Stress is stealing my hair. Every day, i find a handful of what was once my beautiful long red locks. The husband i had ; who, btw, had a wife that encouraged his fucking around (because when he did, i did too) has left me. Granted, he left me with a beautiful home and more money than i could apend in 10 life times.

Its safe to say that im lonely.