Yes I can be that guy

Let me tell you about an amazing woman.  She has a style and grace all to her self.  He has had a ruff life two men that abused her and she took it.  I won’t writes about sins of others it’s not my place.  I have PTSD and a few other Mental illness that I have stated in past blogs.
I also abused her.  Never wanted to hear about her growing up and then when we would fight I would always teller her Shut the fuck up before the fight gets worse.
And with her style and grace she would inhale nod and turn quiet.  I broke her heart 4 times and on the 4th there was nothing left.  So she fell in love with a man that treated her with Kindness respect and caring I use to.
When we started she got all the Candy as she would call it and as time went on I got worse.  To the point that she would not want to be near me when I was. To be honest, well most of the time she would try and I would wall.
But through all of that She stayed my friend she staid by my side as a friend.  I recently had a ruff patch and she was there on the phone to say kind words and hold my hand.
A woman that had every right to say go fuck your self you bastard. Would take my calls and with the voice will care and love from the past let me talk and let me be with her at least in my mind as I closed my eyes and was back in the garden with  the morning glories and the dogs running free.  She took all my venom and spite but still cut out time for me when I needed her.  
I wish I was smart enough to understand what I had when I was there.  But maybe that was the lesson that I needed.  I saved her once she saves me when ever I call.  Her husband calls her an Angel.  No she is more  oh so much more…….