Ten years ago if someone had even suggest to me that I'd be married to a tattooer I would have laughed at them.I don't like motorcycles,nor do I drink bud.Hell,I'm not sure if I even liked tattooes,and am 100% sure I didn't like guys with tattoos.
Fast forward two years later .I was working at a local club, and in walks this boy heavily tattooed, and the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen.I took one look at him and felt dizzy. After him staring a hole through me for two weeks,he kept coming back, and he didn't even drink,I had had enough, and said "So ummm,enough bullshit already do want my fucking phone number ,or what?"Thank God he did,cause the way I spoke to him could have went one of two ways.This boy called me for two weeks straight, and I continued to blow him off.I knew he was going to change my life, and I wasn't ready .I finally call him back after I would say at least 25 voice mails.I refer to him as "him" because at this time I didn't even know his name.Sad I am aware. I dial his number,and say "Hi this is Geena." voice on other end says"Would you like to speak to Ron?" Fucking right I would. Yippy my tattoo boy now has a name. Ronald David Russo.
This is how I became a tattooers wife. I want to share my story with all of you.The ups, and downs.All the craziness that comes along with owning two tattoo shops.Being a mommy, a wife, and ego stroker.
I hope each, and everyone of you can laugh,cry, and relate with me. Being married to a tattooer isn't easy,but it is by far the greatest ride I've ever been on.
Now sit back,read, and enjoy.
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The 1st time I lost you I thought I couldn't bare to breath. I thought I wouldn't survive the pain? As time passed I knew I would.Then the winds seem to change,and you are blown back in when you are least expected,and I am shown face to face how much I have missed you.How much the ache of losing you never quit goes away. How a familar smell can crush me. How the beginning of a song can be so painful it cripples me. I feel you ,even when I know it's impossible,but yet find out later I was some how right. You have no right to this power. I know I have given it to you for so many years,I know I have that same power.I know I say over ,and over I am taking it back. I am a liar. I lie the same way you have.The same promises I made to you,but never kept. All the threats,All the I am never coming back this time. I will forget you. I will not let the memory of what once once haunt me any longer. I want you to go away,but am to selfish to let you go. Then I dream of you. You are there,I can almost touch you. I could feel your breath. The heart ache begins to settle in again. The missing you, and wishing things could have turned out differently creeps into my soul and blinds me for days. I know I can never touch you again,I know I will never feel you next to me. This is impossible. Choices were made,I believe most of them were your own,and now we can no longer turn back time. So I will be here, while you are there. I wonder does it feel the same? Do you feel as alone as I do at times? I can't ask you,because I know you can't answer. My heart will be forever broken,and always know the broken piece belongs with you I love you, and will never stop missing you. ~always (note this is Not about my mother)   
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