Gold Digger

I’m not a person that thinks I’m better than anyone or looks down my nose at them. However I do know that we all go through things and sometimes it takes someone else to point out the obvious to us while we’re deep in the middle of a lake so to say.

There is a person in my life that I have been watching these past two years and worrying every step of the way. He divorced after 17 years of marriage and honestly neither of them really tried to save it. But then he got right back in the saddle of dating. He met one woman, whom we call the bread lady because he would always try to give us bread that he said she made. It smelled horrible and I really don’t like to eat things from the kitchens of people I don’t know.

Then after he got rid of her, there was the boobies picture woman. I call her that because she’s maybe one year younger than I am and her photo was highlighting her chest. Now I know any woman out there that thinks she has to flash her chest just to get the attention of a man, in my opinion, either has low self esteem or is just looking for one thing. Not to say he wasn’t looking for that one thing because he was proud to tell me how they procured a hotel room the night of their very first date.

He makes good money due to being at his labor intense job for 20 years but he’s not getting any younger. She’s had him take her on trips and had him buy a new car so they could travel in it. She’s always got his pick up truck that used to be his pride and joy but now her family has torn the insides of it apart and it’s never at his house when I go over. Now the house is a whole other situation.

When he got divorced, I went over and helped him get his things in order and this included cleaning the house and organizing it. I had hopes of setting him up for success in his new venture of being a single father.

Since the booby girl came into the picture, the house is falling into disrepair and even the back yard doesn’t get properly mowed for his dog to enjoy. His son has been promised new paint to his room for as long as I can remember and yet that still falls to the wayside depending on what her plans are. He takes her to dinner and small trips on weekends. They plan on a week long trip in October and yet he’s calling to get an extension on his mortgage.

We’re planning a pre-intervention this weekend so that myself and others can get together, talk and hopefully sit down with him and get him to realize that she’s digging for gold and he’s at the bottom of a 12 foot hole right now. It scares me to think that he can’t see what’s in front of him just because of the sexual part of the relationship.

Being alone is not a horrible thing, yes you want companionship every now and then but if you don’t learn to enjoy being with yourself, how can you truly allow someone else to? Finding your happiness in the happiness of someone else all the time is just not healthy as far as I feel. So I hope this goes as planned because I do love him dearly and want nothing but the best for him. Unfortunately, she’s a bloodsucker and he’s bone dry.

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I like to think I'm a normal everyday woman but my mind tells me otherwise. I fight my battles and post them here. I don't tell my family and real life friends that I write here. This is my own little way of having "someone" to talk to. My own little therapy session if you will. I welcome comments and opinions but I have enough negativity to last a lifetime already . My world is changing and now more than ever I need support and encouragement but I'm still too afraid to let anyone know that it's me writing here.