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.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Ummm how does that work..?
Tonight, the Squeeze informed me that the Creepy Kid, who lives upstairs in our house... the same kid that I get stuck with his washing and the cleaning up after him - and the added work of walking around with the pinoclean to wipe over everything he's touched - is none of my business.
Really. Well dickhead; let me know how that works for you.
This moron has the weirdest idea on what a relationship encompasses that I'm almost looking forward to April. Then he can go to Hell.