Time To Get to the MEAT of the Story

I have so much to bitch and complain about, I will make the "normal" part of our marriage short and sweet.

As I had mentioned, we met at an airport. So, we both were used to travelling, etc... I honestly did not think we would ever have another date after that "frog leg" dinner. Not that it is weird, I am a chef by trade and enjoy different types of food.

I will refer to her as "Boo". This was like her pet name since she loved the phrase, "Hey boo, boo, let's go geta picnic basket!".

So Boo went to Hawaii for a couple months. She went with her brother, (who is also gay, but he is soooo bizarre, I guess I will have to dedicate a blog to him to explain his extreme porno web biz, etc...)

Well, Boo quit her job before she left. She lived in a shithole 3rd story apartment with her brother in East Boston. She claimed when she came back from Hawaii, she was going to move in with a "good" friend.

Little did I know......