No, I never touched a piano from that day to this, though I did play the guitar in a punk band.
My aunt Maud got booted upstairs away from her beloved garden and eventually ended up in a care home...very long story.
No, I never became any better at choosing men and after the last one, I gave up. I'm the forgiving type though and I'm still in touch with Mr. Leather Handbag and Mr. Makeover and if I tell you Mr. Thieving Robber became a solicitor, you won't be surprised. I met him on the street about 8 years ago when I returned to Dublin and ran up to embrace him, my arms wide open, but he scuttled off down the street like the coward he is. I couldn't believe it.
So the worst treatment you've ever experienced at the hands of a man is going Dutch and a home-cooked meal...Bravo! Now you know how to choose them!
You are viewing a single comment's thread from:
It's funny how I completely blocked all memory of the last bloke I was seriously involved with, a relationship that sure brought out my worst. We don't need to get into that, but I have been rather lucky, if you don't count the 27 year long bad marriage. That was a mutual mistake though. I can't blame it all on my hubby, he was just trying to get through a bad marriage too. I sure will never marry again. I like being alone far too much for that slave system.