In my 20's the bar was set...well fuck the bar, if you breathed you got a date.
No job?
No car?
No future plans?
Come to me baby!
I had a lot of relationships where I was taken advantage of for money, cars, a place to stay...well I let them, so were they really bad?
So, I decided that I had a minimum of who I would date:
Real job
Car or got around without my help
Money to treat me out every so often
Future goals (real attainable goals)
Someone who could communicate their problems
Someone who fought "clean"
Someone who wanted to work at having it all, and they wanted it with me.
When I say someone who fights "clean", I mean no name calling, no bringing up old garbage, and absolutely no physical violence of any form.
I got married at 30 to a wonderful man who had every one of those qualities, but I "came out" and there you go. Not once in the 16 years we have been divorced did he say anything negative to me, or to my child about me.
My Kasey meets all of those criteria, and more.
The only time I broke those rules was someone I met on another site ( person not on this site) who had no car, had no job, basically had no home, and wanted to move in with me and my child. I dated for a bit, but quickly gave them the boot.
Sorry if this is a bit disjointed, pain meds make me loopy.
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