Nothing makes me want to jump on
nails and drink chlorine out of irritation more than that woman whose sole purpose
in life, is to get into the wallet of some rich married man with a wife and
kids, via his unzipped pants. If you as much as disagree with this statement
thus far, kindly log out of this blog post, and go find something else to do on
the net. My views on this matter may annoy you.
Succeeding in this life is
nothing short of hard work, sweat, wit, intelligence, tears, disappointment and
near death experiences. Very many times when a man is trying to make it out of
his dirt bag broke existence, he has a woman who stands by him, supports him in
the lowest of times and believes in his wild, and at most times crazy dreams. She
is there through the rejection and turmoil; it is them against the world. A two
troop army with poverty and the rest of humanity as the enemy.
HE IS MY SOUL MATE |
Decades later, the couple has teenage
kids; they are living the fast life like an old married couple. And thus the
loophole where some bimbo sees an entry point to sell fantasy to the now middle
aged man with a short memory.
This is the point at which the
lazy gold digger with heartless ambitions sees a means to a lifetime of overseas
trips and designer store membership cards. She’s a master seductress who will
never tire to do things to your husband that you would never be caught dead contemplating.
At this point, it can be argued
that the husband should know better and that the wife should put in some time
to learn some karma sutra positions but those are topics for another day.
Today’s discussion is about that
woman who thinks that just because she can spread her legs and make a child
with a man, she deserves half your hard earned property. Like really. Even a mentally
challenged rat can do that. For me, that is where human diplomacy ends and the mother
of all battles is born.
Where was she when he was some
nobody without a cent to his name? Where was she during the tears and hard
times? During the disappointments and endless bouts of depression? If you were
not part of the tears, I see no reason you should be part of the cheers. And
anybody who thinks otherwise needs a serious head bashing!
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