My son thinks I am the pickiest guy on the planet over women....
Of course he has never seen pictures of my first wife, and what she was and then what she became within 2 years...
And then my mother gives me schitt, with " oh you men! You're always afraid of commitment! Well you need to be a real man and stayed married to her... all of my friends have grandchildren, and I don't. you OWE me! I want grandchildren"
So I was married for a thousand years, but we crammed it into 8 years..... If It wasn't for " My Cheating Heart"... I'd have never made it thru that thousand year stretch....I never looked back... and no one has ever wanted her since then....
If I hadn't been for my mom's hounding me for grandchildren like a chicken on a worm, I wouldn't have gotten married at all. I'd have finished my P.A. classes and probably either gone back in the military, or have been working at St Jude's.
I'll stay picky..... the one gal I wanted to marry.... She's still very good looking and a 110 Lbs or so...
Not a very convincing way to explain away the gay
just saying
"The welfare of humanity is always the alibi of tyrants".
