Oh Marcy.


Jeepers. I did not see that one coming. Homicide, or maybe just physical assault… but not a reunion. He haaaaaaaaates her.

I find this particularly troubling. This man ranted and raved for hours about his ex, the cunt. He told me things about her that would turn her hair white if I told her. I thank my years as a server for being able to smile politely through the entire date.

This goes back to my theory of putting their cute little asses on a shelf for a year after they get divorced. Or better yet, under the bed so they can get their whoring out and come back to normal. They do come around… but uck… this is the drama you wade in when you date a freshie.

Good luck Marcy… and sleep with one eye open.



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