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5/2/09

Elvis & his Queen

so i go on my fav blog site to find a gigantic pic of "Elvis" & my replacement(plus it's on the front page of ALL the gossip blogs today).feels like a punch in the stomach. a couple of months ago, it would've KILLED me.i am thankful i did not text him last night like i wanted to.

i am happy for him, though i know it will only last another month or so.i used to pray for the day when i was "good enough" for him.lol. not jealous at all. i know it will not last.it never does. as much as he will ask you to have his children (yes, he did) to carry on his family name, the last of his breed (he is not), he will get bored. or his drummer will want you, or you will become independent,or you will say you love him, & that will be the end of that.

no one could really replace me(though he still keeps trying). wonder how many songs he wrote about her(compared to my number)? eh

broke down & read some of the comments, people saying she looks like a tranny or he looks 'roided out. i will not say what i know, i just wish that he is content.makes me kind of sad, as if i needed any help with that.i knew he was not alone, but i did not need to see pix of it(plus they were photographed where i had been maybe 2 hours before). i just thank Satan that i was nowhere near them. i probably would've vomited all over myself



it's been a very traumatic couple of months, so this is really nothing.pain every single day, just in a different form

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Elvis told me that they are getting married. again, i have to say that it will not last.i want him to be happy but there is something missing,something MORE going on.a baby perhaps, little Lisa Marie....

it took me soooooooooooooo long to figure out why our relationship did not work & last night it hit me like a brick.i am not submissive,he could not tame me. he picked out my clothes, my food, where i went,who i went with, yet he could not control my mind & THAT was the problem. not that i wasn't "good enough" or "famous" enough. that i was me instead of what he wanted me to be

i hope that everyone reading this can learn from my mistake

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