Last night is a night I will remember you by, when I think of things we did, it makes me wanna cry!

I was thrilled with Janet Jackson's tit last night at Super Bowl half time. Had that not already been a great second half of a game, the half time was worth watching alone. I had a pretty good day yesterday. Not too shabby at all. In fact, pretty damn nice actually.

You know, I am a great salesman, due in part to the fact that I can read people pretty well, that and I know what questions to ask and I listen to their answers closely. But when it comes to my personal life, I have a very difficult time reading people's intent. For some reason, even if someone swears on pain of death that they mean this when they say that, I still have deeply held doubts. That could be from years of being lied to by my mother. I guess I learned to never trust anyone who tells you they love you that they really mean it. I also learned at Mom's knee that just because you love someone with all of your being does not mean they are going to love you back.

Maybe this doesn't happen to every kid, but I suspect it does with many, we grow up believing our Mother doesn't really love us. I surely did believe that growning up. I really though Mom did not love me. Fast forwarding into my adult years, Debbie was pretty good friends with my Mom and they would talk for hours about stuff. This was even before Debbie and I were together. Apparently Mom confessed to Debbie (way back before Debbie and I were ever lovers) that she had never loved me as a child. Debbie was trying to console me one night in bed about my mother and her treatment of me when this revelation came out. Debbie let it slip that my Mom had told her she never loved me. I was probably 28 or 29 and this just struck me to the core. I felt mortally wounded, my heart was broken beyond words and I sobbed uncontrollably for sometime that evening. I don't think there are too many other times in my life I have been so heartbroken.

All my fears confirmed, I had not read Mom wrong all those years ago as a child. I had read her as right as you can read another person. Mom taught me to doubt most people's sincerity in my personal relationships. On the other hand, she also taught me to tie my shoe laces, so it all evens out in the end right?