My neighbor...by a girl in Largo

I watched my neighbor from across the street for eight months. I had just bought my house or I would have been watching longer.
He is a hard working man; Equipped with IPOD, painting outside on his rented home, rearranging his plants, weekly. I watched my neighbor as he spent time with his kids.
Scaring the neighbors was normal as he raced the boy and girl up and down, he rode bikes, played football and then leaving the car at home to walk and get groceries for the kids and wife. I heard he did his share of cooking and had a sense of taste.

As I watched, I thought, “I do the same things at my house” Except my kids are grown.

I WAS able to enjoy my boyfriend-companion, pain in the ass, as I watched across the street and did the same things. Boyfriend enjoyed NASCAR, BUD products and taking his unemployment check to his favorite stool, at his favorite bar. No time left to help tend to my home.

Right after we bought the home, the first Sunday the race was on, I had a get-together. I had invited a few race fans, bar friends and my neighbor's family.
It didn't take me long to realize how great this man really is. Did I mention he had a job and was a genius? He also writes, sets up websites, and sells things. He's just really good on the computer.

Anyway, we all became friends.

I also watched and realized how lazy his wife was and how she manipulated him. I was enraged as I watched her twist his mind and pushed him into ANOTHER doctor's visit, where he was overdosed, continuously, on old and BRAND new medicine that was not even available in generic form. My neighbor endured this as the wife sat on her ass and drew unemployment. One day she was finally able to enjoy the unemployment extension.

So, as I watched for eight months, boyfriend's lazy ass¦her lazy ass, I threw mine out and took on life by myself for the first time. My neighbor helped me with, “Man stuff” like the grass and yard work. He also kept up with his own yard work, etc. as his wife glued herself to any couch she saw.

But, I would ask God, in my prayers, why can't I have a man like that? We have so much in common. We love the same things. He loves the beach, he likes to dance and enjoy music. He likes to sing.

And one day he told me, he had been watching me all that time.

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