I was ask to tell about my tattoo the other day so, I guess I will tell the story. So, here's my story and I'm sticking to it! Word of warning: Not the happiest of post, but it's okay because it's all behind me. This part of my life has made me the better person I am today.
My tattoo is a heart with wings, but the picture above is not mine, just similar. Matter fact this one is better. Mine also has AL inside it. (I tried to take picture of mine, but it is hard taking a picture of your upper chest!) So, on with my story...
My life before Dan or the kids I was married to a man named AL. (He put the word ASS in Jackass!) He was very abusive! Right after we got married he came home one night and said we were moving to California. We were in such a hurry I barely had time to tell my mom I was leaving or pack. I was sort of excited and scared all at the same time. While we were there, there was a man who was doing tattoos just above our apartment. I had always wanted a tattoo of a heart with wings, so I ask him to do me one. Just when he was done Al told him to put his name in the middle of my tattoo. I didn't won’t his name in my tattoo, but wasn't going to argue. Not only was I not happy with Al's name inside my tattoo, but I didn't like how the tattoo turned out. I have been telling Dan for the last 17 years I want the tattoo re-done and Al's name colored over or whatever they could do. Yes, I could die with this tattoo, but I refuse to die with that man's name on my chest.
If I had it to do all over I would have not had the tattoo done, but would have went to a professional. So, hopefully one of these days I will get my tattoo re-done.
Now, you have the short version of my long story and a glimpse into my book. (Shhhh!)