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You give love, a bad name

I had refrained from commenting on the recent Tiger Woods douchebag scandal until now, but a segment on one of the morning radio shows pissed me off enough to write about it.  Personally I was a huge Tiger Woods fan before all this news broke, now I just want to punch him in the face.  It’s people like you, Tiger Woods, who make girls like me think “Nooooo not Tiger!  If he is going to cheat everyyyyyyyyy man is going to cheat,” and other rational thoughts like that.  Why’d you even get married dumb ass, you know long before you say “I do” whether or not you are the type of guy who can stay faithful in a marriage.  And it’s not like we’re just talking about one mistake, one affair here.  He just went out screwing anything in heels and a skirt, asshole.  It just shows that he has no concern for anyone but himself, not his wife, not his two kids.  Yeah, yeah he was a dork when he was younger, couldn’t land the ladies, blah blah blah, so were lots of people.  Not an excuse.  The whole thing just makes me very mad, no wonder the divorce rate in this country is so high.  Anyway, I digress.

This morning on the radio, in light of Tiger’s numerous affairs surfacing, they wanted women who were dating married men to call in and talk about their “relationship”.  I listened for about 10 minutes before I could no longer tolerate the bullshit coming out of these womens mouths.  The first woman who called in had been with her cheating husband boyfriend for five years, the wife knew about her, had confronted her, but they stayed together for the kids.  As someone whose now divorced parents “stayed in it for the kids” for a long time, don’t do it!  No one likes that situation, especially the kids.  We’re not stupid, when we get old enough, we realize what is going on, and that no one is happy.  When the DJ asked what this woman would do if her married boyfriend were to show up at her front door saying he filed for divorce now they could be together, her response was, “Haha too bad, and no thanks.”  WHAT?  You’ve been with this man for five years, but you don’t really want to be with him?  Totally worth ruining someones marriage over.  Nice job.

The second and last woman I listened to almost broke down in tears on air.  She also had been with her douchebag boyfriend for five years, and they have a child together, along with the three children he has with his wife.  She said, “I’m just stuck, waiting for him to leave her and to come be with me and our child.”  At this point I wanted to scream in this womans face, “Honey, he ain’t leaving his wife, you think he cares that he knocked you up?  Get a clue!”

I really don’t know who I get more angry with in these situations, the cheating husbands, or the women who mess with married men.  Both are equally at fault, I just hate how these women live in a dream world where they end up with the man.  Once a cheater, always a cheater.  If he left his wife for you, I’d say there is a very good chance he will eventually leave you for someone else.  I personally could never be in a relationship where I was constantly worried if he had another other woman.  Girls!  Stop being stupid and giving the rest of us a bad name!  And men, if you don’t think you are capable of being faithful to one woman for the rest of your life, then for the love of God, don’t get married.

Annoyed

So I live with my mom, which at 24 years old is no easy feat.  To say she drives me crazy every once in awhile is an understatement.  The latest incident occurred yesterday morning when I was rushing out the door to get to work.

It was about 30 degrees outside so I wanted to start my car and get it nice and toasty for my drive to work.  I ran out the front door with my gym bag and keys, threw my duffle onto the backseat, and with my left leg hanging out of the driver side door, put the key into the ignition, my right foot on the clutch and pushed the start button.  As soon as I took my foot off the clutch, my car jumped forward and stalled.  Apparently my mother, who has a perfectly good functioning car of her own, had taken mine out for a spin while I was away left it in first gear and did not pull the emergency brake up all the way.  When I took the car out of gear to start it again, it began to roll backwards down my driveway with my left leg still hanging out of it.  Not exactly what I need at 7 am on a Monday morning, thanks mom.

I stormed back inside my house and politely asked that if she is going to drive my car can she at least please leave it in the condition that she found it, so I am not rolling down the driveway hanging halfway out of it.  Yup, that’d be great thanks.  Oh, and then my gas light came on before I even hit the end of my street.