Love, a deep emotion, should not be blind. But it is for some. If there is anything I know it’s that you can’t convince a person in loves rapture that their other half is an asshole. The drunk, criminal, con-artist and cheaters best ally is his or her lover. They have someone to borrow money from, a dependable booty call and a perpetual flow of energy in their life to assist them in working out all their issues. And there is girlfriend Briana calling me at 7 am to get my advice on her newest love - who she sweats is the real thing because he's not returning her phone calls and numerous texts.
"Briana...friend... the guy was dis-barred- he has lost his license to practice law... don't you think there is something odd about that..?"
She defends him. "Well, I already told you that he only got the DWI because his ex called the police after he left ..you know it was a set up."
"What about the other charge...you know the one about giving alcohol to minors?"
She has another defense. I tell her she should be his attorney! I know nothing and I mean nothing can sway her opinion and the rosy colored glasses she's wearing aren't coming off. She's on drugs - those produced by her brain. Toxic love juice. Something about this cazzo di cavalo is working magic on her. By the way that means horses ass.
She is far from alone. Have you ever wondered why seemingly good women fall for prison inmates? My neighbor moved to the boonies to be closer to her jailed love! Are you sitting these and thinking to yourself ‘never me!’ or are you that person who has done it?
"Briana...friend... the guy was dis-barred- he has lost his license to practice law... don't you think there is something odd about that..?"
She defends him. "Well, I already told you that he only got the DWI because his ex called the police after he left ..you know it was a set up."
"What about the other charge...you know the one about giving alcohol to minors?"
She has another defense. I tell her she should be his attorney! I know nothing and I mean nothing can sway her opinion and the rosy colored glasses she's wearing aren't coming off. She's on drugs - those produced by her brain. Toxic love juice. Something about this cazzo di cavalo is working magic on her. By the way that means horses ass.
She is far from alone. Have you ever wondered why seemingly good women fall for prison inmates? My neighbor moved to the boonies to be closer to her jailed love! Are you sitting these and thinking to yourself ‘never me!’ or are you that person who has done it?
I’m not going to tell you why you’ve done it- that requires a long discussion. But sometimes we fall in love with love and see what we think is potential- not reality. Here are the warning signs that your love might be the wrong person. Here are some tips:
