It's no secret my time is spread pretty thin with working full time, being a single mom, taking classes for an M.B.A., and I volunteer with an animal rescue group.
As Cowboy kindly pointed out tonight, he's not sure how much we actually have in common. My dogs live inside the house with me. Cowboy was raised with dogs that lived outside, and his two dogs live outside. My idea of a vacation is to lay out on the beach with a mai tai, and his is to go kill something. He lives out in the styx, I live in the ghetto-hood, and neither of us wants to move. I think swinging around stripper poles and dancing on the bar is sexy and fun, he doesn't think much of it or in anyway find it attractive.
I guess in some way at some level I saw this coming. We weren't going anywhere. In fact, we were right back to where we were before Christmas.
To an extent, I had the 'new and improved' version of my ex hubby - nice truck, likes to dance, and no drugs but otherwise very, very similar.
Logically, I get it but it f'in sucks.
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