george jones corvette song

My husband and I moved from rural, middle America to fast paced Los Angeles in 1987. Twenty-one years ago we set out on a move that we thought would last 6 months or a year at the most. WE left behind family, friends, and sold all our belongings excepts for a suitcase full of clothes and off we went. My three children stayed with my ex-husband because like I said, we would be back in 6 months to a year. The reason for our move was a combination of my husbands alcoholism and a struggling economy where we lived. The company where my husband worked had closed its doors and the hospital I worked for gave everyone a two week severance package. We lived in a salvation army shelter for 30 days because I was to ashamed to tell my family that my husband was still drinking. I kept lying to everyone and myself and the funny thing was, I was the only one who believed me. Isn't that what all good co-dependents do? Anyway, this is not a site dedicated to addiction and recovery although it could be. I will speak very little regarding that except to say I don't think there is anyone who does not have a friend or family member that is effected by addiction. But basically, my husband found a short road to sobriety courtesy of the LA County Jail System and anytime he would like to return they will be happy to oblige. That 6 months to a year turned into 21 years. Los Angeles was very good to us and we were good residents of Los Angeles. I have a beautiful daughter that came to visit. She was the kind of girl that any where we went she had men and women alike approach her and give her a business card for modeling or actting. I am sure many of them were shady characters. Several were legitimate. One in particular that stands out was a young man driving a red corvette that pulled up in front of a 7-11 store. He saw here standing on the sidewalk and got out and handed her his business card. My husband saw this interaction from inside the store and came out to check on her. When he saw my husband approach he jumped in his red vette and took off. When my husband, who will be refferred to on out as Tarzan asked my daughter what this man wanted she innocently replied "He wanted tp know if I would like to go for a ride in his car and then go get something to eat." "What did you tell him?" Tarzan questioned reading the business card he had taken from her hand. "I told him I couldn't because I'm only 14. "And what did this attorney have to say about that?" Tarzan inquired noting the mans occupation on his business card. "He said it did it matter" naive Nicki replied. "Hummm...he must have missed school that day because it does matter!"