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I was married to the “Bad Boy”
I was married to the punk snot nosed kid on the block. Growing up, there is always some boy in your neighborhood, kinda cute in a skinny upturned nose sort of way, but this kid has a bad attitude, he’s the bad boy. The parents don’t pay him too much attention, he’s always running the streets, he probably plays guitar, he lives dangerously. Rides his bike too fast, or drives a dirt bike when he’s too young.
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Lost in the Emotional Desert
It’s the day after Christmas and it almost feels like Christmas didn’t even happen. I miss my mom and my brother already, they took what little Christmas spirit I had with them when they drove away. They had to leave yesterday because my mother had to work today. I am so glad they were here, the kids and I really enjoyed spending time with them… mr horrible seemed more interested in playing Skyrim than he did in spending any time with me or my family.
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Married to a son of a bitch…
There are some husbands that are grateful for the things that their wives do. My husband is not one of those. He is the sort that comes home and bitches that his dinner is too hot, because he seems unaware that his alternative is to not have dinner…either hot or cold… waiting for him on the table.
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A Cautionary Tale…
I can’t seem to prevent my own demise, confined to this marriage as I seem to be… just days after my to-be-ex-husband was handed his half of the divorce papers, he asked me to give him a chance, and he said he didn’t want me to go, and that he wanted me to go to marriage counseling with him. I believe him, so I am staying.
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Prom Nightmare
Pop quiz hot-shot: Your 17-year-old tells you on Monday night he needs money for prom tickets cause he asked a girl to go and she said yes. Tuesday night you find out the prom is in 3 days and Wednesday is the last day to buy tickets and there is no money in the budget for this last-minute expense… What do you do? What do you do??!! Well, if the 17-year-old in question is my hapless step-son, notorious for misinformation and bad decisions, I say NO, along with an accompanying hour lecture on the consequence of his piss-poor planning, done mostly for the husband’s benefit, as he was looking like…
