sad story:
the boyfriend knows this chick; a self-professed fat-chick. full disclosure – i’m not being insensitive, she calls herself a fat chick. she’s been married three times now in her thirty-odd years, and is a mom. i don’t know this woman, but my take on her is this – if she loves herself enough to call herself a fat chick and not be deprecating about it, then she surely loves her kids to hell and back. and therein lies the center of this sad story.
husband number three has been with her for x number of years, now, and apparently a step-dad-ish figure for the kids, the oldest of which is now a 17-year-old boy. somewhere along the way, husband-three forgot what it was like to be a 17-year-old boy. and so the other day, when 17 stood up to h3, h3 had apparently “had enough” and went and told the wife that he was going to have to go. “he” being 17, not h3.
and so it was that for what was surely not the first time chose her love over her lover and told h3 that if one of them “had to go” it was most definitely not going to be her son.
see ya later h3, don’t let the door hit ya on the way out. oh, and grow the $#&% up.
you shouldn't diss a mama