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For example, that first failed marriage that was a complete nightmare from hell filled with 4 ½ years of abuse would never have taken place. I would go back in time and slap that younger version of myself senseless telling her it was OK to back out of the wedding. What would it have mattered if family had gathered, the wedding had been paid for, and presents were waiting to be unwrapped? Shouldn’t family and friends only truly be concerned for my happiness? In hindsight, they may have understood. I should have followed my instincts instead of doing what everyone expected. After all, they didn’t have to live with him. I did. If I could go back in time, I would have never marched down the aisle. Even if I had got that far, I would have taken one look at that a$$, told him to screw himself, and ran like crazy for daylight never looking back.
I would definitely go back in time and stop myself from handing over all the inheritance I received from my parent’s estate to the slimy contractors we hired to build a house!! We were intent on having a brand new double wide put on land. Two weeks before we were scheduled to move in, the contractors filed bankruptcy and closed up shop taking every dime financed in the construction loan with them. For our trouble, our credit was ruined and we received no house. Talk about being screwed and tattooed. Just once I would like to be the one doing the screwing and tattooing instead of the poor sap attempting to pick up the pieces and salvage life from the ashes of my shattered dreams.
There is also that desire to return to a simpler time when my parents were still alive simply to see them, to talk with them, hug them, and savor their presence. Knowing me, I would want to kidnap them and bring them back to the present! Now, that would be cool although it might really mess with their heads to the point they could need strait jackets and rubber rooms to muddle over the transition afterwards. Still, it would be so cool to have them now to dote on my children, and be part of my daily life!!
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