My husband was an overchiever, committing both financial and physical infidelity over the course of our four-year marriage. It was to be expected, based on my mothers crystal ball. She confirmed all men cheated while in my twenties and suggested I cozy up to that idea if I wanted a relationship. My stepdad, on the other hand, only suggested I become acquainted with kitchen appliances, mainly the stove. It was his opinion that no man would choose any woman who had not progressed beyond entry-level cooking classes since high school. (No worries if you are a single female and hate to cook, I’ve proven his theory wrong, carry on!). Five years post divorce I moved beyond the thought process that all men were related to my ex, and decided quality men still existed. I didn’t need perfection, I simply needed to find the one whose demons played nicely with mine.
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