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.
Monday, September 19, 2016
A little while ago I was whining that everything was done and it was only 2. Since then, I've done some stuff on the computer; Ally got home. Claire called in to visit. I cooked dinner. Now it's 1/4 to 8!!!