Hey ladies and gentlemen!!! So glad you’re back. I decided to start posting SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS later in the day because most of you weren’t able to read the blog until after you got home from work. This way I won’t have to bug people with multiple FB posts and tweets. I always include links to posts at the end, so please check them out, if you haven’t already.
So anyway, “WrOnG MiStEr” PaRt 8 didn’t quite end the way most people expected it to, not even me. I guess when it was all said and done; the story was a lot sadder on paper than it was in reality. Now don’t get me wrong, I was seriously heart-broken when I noticed that things were starting to change between us.
Really, how could MiStEr with all is glorious qualifications—physically attractiveness (body like a chiseled sculpture), cultural diversity (intriguing foreigner with a sexy accent), spirituality (a must for me), academic advancement (three degrees), financial stability (six figure salary)—who was also very loving, attentive, charming and romantic, start off to be such a gentleMAN—carrying me over puddles and everything—end up being such a jerk?!?
I knew one thing for sure, after I tried talking to him about it, I wasn’t going to waste any more of my time trying to figure it out. When I finally decided to WiSh “WrOnG MiStEr” 8 the best and move on, I was certain it was the right thing to do, for me.
I’m sure you may know me a little bit more by now, I would much rather be completely happy alone, than miserable with any man. I’m at a point in my life that I know exactly what I’m not willing to deal with—in any relationship—period. I have the few guys I dated before marriage, my wasband of almost six years, and even “WrOnG MiStEr” 2 to thank for lessons learned.
