So I Married a Douchebag

Love leads you to believe, that the blazing red flags, that are planted in front of your face, are just luandry to be folded and put away, until you are ready to see them. I was married for two years and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. This particular douchebag (we will refer to him as this, for we don't want to directly offend him, now do we?) is the biggest con-artist in the world. He pulled the wool so far over my eyes that I could wrap my body in it. Actions speak louder than words rings so true to me now. He was full of blossoming words, that shattered into broken promises and dispare for the future.

We met at the same university we both attended. I was outside of one of the main buildings and I saw a fairly cute, tall, blonde, blue eyed creature approach me. We started talking and things were going well. We progressed very rapidly. I found myself doing things I didn't ordinarily do and rationalized it. Before I knew it were iving together.Then...BAM! One slipped past the goalie! I was pregnant! I always wanted kids, but with this guy? Is he the one I'm suppose to spend the rest of my life with? I believed in having a nuclear family, the home, the soccer mom minivan, etc. Well, I love him, that's all I need to make it through, were my thoughts.

As my pregnancy progressed, and I talked my family off the ledge, things worsened between us. I soon realized that the devil had spit, this particular douchebag, out from the depths of hell and Lucifer himself had told him to be fruitful and multiply. He purposefully was trying to get me pregnanct. Now you ask yourself, how can this be, when it takes two to tango? There are certain rules of engagement that are "agreed" upon. When one party does not live up to their end of the bargain, that's when the rabbit dies.