I'm a bastard and she is the angel who loves me. Wanting her was never part of the plan. She came into my life when I needed to be saved. She saved me from a loveless marriage and myself. She doesn't know how much she's changed my life in a few years, but I owe her everything. They say you can't change a whore into a housewife, but to me she was never a whore. She was my escape, the one good thing in my life. We are like oil and water. We fight, we fuck, and we make up. She tells me I'm a bastard and she's right, I am. I don't disagree. She knows exactly the type of man I am. I will go to hell and back to protect what's mine, and she is mine. She may not realize it yet, but I'm not letting her go. Your past is never really gone. Trust me I learned the hard way. My past wanted all of me and I wasn't ready to give up yet. Fighting for her and my family is the only thing that I am good at, and I won't back down.