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.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Insanity – thy name is Harridan
She really has a screw loose.
After last week’s somewhat attempt at polite conversation
with the Squeeze re poor kid wants to be able to come to his “da’s” house when
he likes; things turned relatively nasty and “nice gloves” came off as she didn’t
This is about her getting rid of her son full time. Let’s just call a spade a spade. Frankly, I’d rather have stabbed my eye out
with a burning cigarette than give my kid over to someone else to raise. Let alone to a woman that I knew didn’t like
him and didn’t want him on the same planet – let alone the same house.
So this week she sent this:
Im going to step in here and do what I know my "peniwhacker" wants
Its not up to her
She does not have a say in my arrangements
Yes people. That is a
supposed teacher. Illiterate. Illogical.
Umm – I don’t have a say?
Let’s see how that works for you nut job.
When I last looked; it was MY house.. with my things!