Love Hurts.
This might be my longest blog post to date. Grab yourself a drink and some popcorn, because you'll be here awhile. Daughter has been seeing someone for over a year now; we'll call him Guy. I'd really prefer to call him Douche because that's what he is, but anyway...that's not the point of this blog. This particular post is going to be about Daughter and Guy, and how The Ex is royally f*cking with Daughter's head. Now truth be told, I do not like Guy. Daughter had a couple of "boyfriends" in high school and I never had a problem with any of them while she was dating them. I liked them, had no objections to Daughter spending time with them, and liked seeing her happy. Guy? No thank you. Daughter could be doing so much better, and I'm not even talking physical appearances. The first problem I have is that Guy is slightly over four years older than Daughter; the two of them started "talking" when she was only ...