Unbelievable Bitch
So last night at Finn's I was informed of a current development in Newington gossip. This is truly something that makes me think twice about relationships. It may have even made me think thrice about it.
Anyways, this story is about two people whom I went to high school with. The girl (we'll call her Isabella) had been dating this guy (we'll call him Ferdinand) for about five years now and they have been engaged for the last two I think. Their marriage was set for this summer and by all accounts they were a happy couple.
Last weekend was Isabella's wedding shower. At the shower, she revealed a horrible secret that she had been keeping for a while. She was cheating on Ferdinand with a guy she worked with. Yeah, I know...bad, right?
That's not the worst part.
Turns out, she let everyone know that she had intended on marrying Ferdinand and having kids with him. Her rationale was that he was a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed athlete just like her. Actually, they are both sorta super-athletes. So, basically, she wanted to breed with him and then divorce him to be with the guy from work.
WTF?!? Seriously, this is probably one of the worst things I've heard in a long time.
That's some fucked up shit man...
I have a little history with the cheating with my parents, thank god they are divorced now. I used to be an ass like that till it hit to close to home, gave me a reality check quickly and made me realize what an ass I was being...I don't deal with it and I don't think anyone really should anymore. Why I'll probably never get married.
/random rant off
Aaaahck! Bitches like this give females a bad name. Namely, bitches. I mean shit, son. The appropriate thing to do in the first place would be to discuss...say "let's procreate," or your version thereof, state your goals and intentions with this person and see if they agree. If they do, then you jump their bones. Not marry them and divorce them later. Get it all outta your system first, eh?
Speaking of to jump one's bones, some guy told me he wanted to do that to me in 6th grade...I've thought that phrase was hilarious ever since! What was classic was, he told another guy who was a friend of mine this information, so it was passed to me. So Napoleon Dynamite.
You live, you learn, then you get a laywer. <3
