Bare with me. Its about to get real skeptical up in here.
Honestly, why do I even bother? It never amounts to anything. So why do I keep trying? To maybe find someone one day who actually has legitimate feelings for me, we fall in love and get married. Maybe pop out a few kids. Then my vag stretches out, I won't do anal, and my husband holds a lover on the side. I find out and our relationship that we worked so hard for falls apart into a hideous divorce. Who knows where the kids will go. Maybe half to their cheating father, and half to their wide hipped undesirable mother. Meanwhile he spends a few nights in jail for not paying child support, until a family member bails him out. I find his mugshot on the internet, and all of our friends and family soon know everything about our personal life. Our reputation as a "beautiful family" is ruined. Our kids grow up to be broken and lost souls who struggle with drug addiction and are in and out of rehab, not to mention seeing a therapist twice a week with little to no result. Don't even get me started on the minimum wage job I barely hold down at a Joanne Fabrics, just to keep some food on the table. My sexuality and self esteem wither away and I finally invest in a minivan. Which means I lose my ability to drive like a proper human being. I grow old in the same old musty house that I got to keep in the divorce. The kids come and go, make families of their own, go on and off of drugs and alcohol, ruin their kids lives, and I on my dying bed lay. Only a few relatives come to watch me pass, probably because they know all of the gambling money I saved from my numerous pathetic single old woman trips to Vegas is going to them. And then thats it. Its all over. All of this, because I took the time to care in the beginning, and actually thought that someone would want to spend the rest of their life with me. Why did I bother?
Keep in mind this is Miss Yadda Yadda talking.
