As
I get older, wiser and more mature, I am (hopefully) more aware of when my
dating = a pattern of destruction. Certainly my marriage had that special destructive flavor,
for much longer than I care to admit. Since I got out of that one alive and
handed the narcissistic wasbund off to the next unsuspecting wife, you’d think
I could make better choices going forward! Right? Well, maybe. Remains to be
seen.
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| Right on! |
It’s
really important for me to be #1 as a girlfriend. I’m saying, pay some attention
to me. So you may marry me and love yardwork, TV and triathlons more than I
bargained for. (But you’ve managed to put those aside to bed down with wifey #2.)
Or you may love playing Words With Friends with your wife during our romantic
dinner, having twin Facebook profiles with your ex and going on platonic dates
with widowed women from work. Or, it may just be that you live 5 hours away and
are ever-entwined in sharing a house with your wife.
Any
way you slice it, I deserve a bigger piece of the pie. Am I being greedy?
Selfish? Realistic? Self-sacrificing? I’m not sure.
You
tell me just how much pie Dating Suburban should get, please.
I
think I want a REALLY big piece.
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