The Squeeze and kid are away camping. In fact, when they left; I breathed a sigh of relief. By Saturday, after an impromptu text from the Squeeze on Friday night to say he loved me... I was starting to miss him.
So when he called Saturday, and sounded as though he wanted me there, I packed the car and did the 3 hour trip down. It was fun, considering I got little sleep between wombats, drunken sing alongside and blow up beds!
Today, I'm just enjoying the silence...
The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come. Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!