I dated a guy briefly (during my famous BIG AND STUPID Phase) who went to rehab on Monday and checked himself out on Fridays to party with us all weekend - and when Monday rolled around - checked himself back in.
He was beautiful... but stupid.
Oh, no. Bertha and I went through the date the dumb and beautiful stage. They were fun to look at, but what . . a wate . . of time!!!
Well,
they say abortion wrecks lives,
and his drinking hinged being unable to forgive himself for being part of one happening (long, twisted, ugly story).
Plus, his ex-wife was a wackaloon witch with the personality of a rabid rat on acid. And she looked like one too :)
Who was a emotional trainwreck (in front of him) and kept the guilty fires burning. Can we say passive aggressive boys and girls.