02-05-2011, 10:50 PM
I wish I had an exciting back-story to tell. Simply, RJ is my not-soon-enough-to-be-ex-husband. A sexy musician with severe AD/HD who pursued me relentlessly, swept me off my feet, married me, then decided that all that "responsibility stuff" wasn't all it was cracked up to be. It was, like, work!
While I'm bitching, let me add that he didn't think it was a big deal that he could never remember to lock the doors at night, and would leave his truck parked in the driveway, unlocked, with his house keys sitting on the floorboard (cuz "no one would look there", right?)
He also told me my interest in true crime was "weird" and that I should stop reading the news b/c it was making me paranoid. Goddamn right!
While I'm bitching, let me add that he didn't think it was a big deal that he could never remember to lock the doors at night, and would leave his truck parked in the driveway, unlocked, with his house keys sitting on the floorboard (cuz "no one would look there", right?)
He also told me my interest in true crime was "weird" and that I should stop reading the news b/c it was making me paranoid. Goddamn right!