 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 13.08. at 00:24:03 >>>Not to compare anybody's pain to anyone elses, but why don't we post a few stories of the trials and tribulations of interpersonal relationships (our own or others?) Here's what Dea's brother has on his plate right now: A flat MANIACAL ex-wife who's constantly guilt-bombing him over leaving her for his secretary (ten YEARS ago,) and who has successfully turned both of their kids against him. He's in the chips, but is horrendously in debt because his kids chisel him for such college essentials as new Lexuses (Lexii?) and drug rehab. The kids themselves are constantly telling him that he's messed up their lives, and they're frankly just generally sinister. His new ex-girlfriend is another piece of work, a nice enough dame (and a big fan of tights,) but is ultra-clingy, gets way too familiar way to fast (at Dea's sister's funeral, she walked up behind me and started running a lint roller all over my back, no warning,) and is exhaustingly hyper-active and ADDish (one fave story involves them visiting another family member in NoCal. They're running late for a show or something, and just as they're all ready to leave, one of them notices that she's suddenly decided to, get this, FRY BANANAS in THEIR KITCHEN.) Anyway. she's moved out, but is still making grabs ant him, his ex-wife is being quite virago, and both his kids are demanding lots of recompense for their upcoming school years. The guy's got patience that befits a surgeon (which is good, because that's what he is,) but the strain of his personal life is noticeably awful.-D (Thanking: my lucky stars that my marriage is lookin' this healthy...) >>>P.S. If you like, I can tell the stories of my first girlfriend's mom. Greatest challenge to my belief that people are generally good. Until Bush and Cheney, natch. >>>P.P.S. I am also of the belief that, when Dea and I stayed at her brother's then-house three years ago, the banana-fryer was listening at the door during our more private moments. One time, during a particualrly intense moment, I heard Dea's brother call to her from downstairs, and then squeaking floorboards outside the door, heading for the stairs. Good thing you can't hear tights! Answers to this message:
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