Archive | March 31, 2011

Love & Sex Q&A #84


Love & SexIf a month before your wedding your wealthy fiancé(e) suggested drawing up a prenuptial agreement specifying the financial terms of any divorce, how would you react?  What kind of terms do you think would be fair in such an agreement?

First of all, if I had a wealthy fiancé I would not be worrying about a prenup.  Prenups are for punks and gold-diggers.  I’m neither.  If a person has money and is more worried about it than their relationship then they just shouldn’t get married at all.  I have no problem living in sin.  I’ve done it for years, with a few different people.  Believe me, it’s easier to leave a person when you’re not married to them.  Marriage is serious business and should be treated with respect.

I believe that you should get out of a marriage what you put into it.  If you go in with nothing, earn nothing during the marriage, then decide you want a divorce, you get nothing.  If you are getting divorced due to extenuating circumstances such as infidelity or abuse, the “victim” should get at least half of everything.  I know it’s not always black and white with divorce, I’m just giving suggestions.

LOL Just divorced. And no, that's not my car.

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Personally, my first marriage to the Con Artist was a disaster and it took me eight years to get my divorce from him.  He refused to sign the divorce papers, help pay for the divorce, and in the end the Preacher had to help me get a lawyer and get the divorce without the Con Artist’s signature.  I left that marriage with nothing more than my clothes, a wrecked credit score, and a new life in NYC.

My second marriage wasn’t as bad.  I lived with him for two years, was married for two years, then divorced three years ago.  I also left this marriage with next to nothing and more bad credit thanks to his sporadic employment mostly due to his anger management issues.  I’ll admit that in that marriage I was ultimately at fault because I cheated on him.  I’ve never considered myself a cheater, but people do strange things when they are starved for attention.

As usual I’ve strayed from the real question.  Ultimately, I’d be willing to sign a prenup if I really loved the person and knew that they loved me enough to want to marry me.  I would however make sure that there was an infidelity and abuse clause in the agreement.

Are you a believer?

It's a ghost!

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I swear that I’m starting to think that the house I’m living in is haunted.  Before I even moved in here I came over one day to help Skaterboi clean it up.  The previous tenants were evicted and left a lot of junk and trash behind.  While I was in the bathroom cleaning out the drawers and cabinet below the sink I found some cheap junk jewelry.  I found a couple of decent rings and what I thought was some sort of amulet for a necklace.  I just set them all on the kitchen counter and sort of forgot about them.  Later that day Skaterboi saw the amulet and asked if I had seen it.  I said I had, but that I wasn’t sure what was in it or how to open it.  He told me that it was someone’s ashes in it.  What?!  I’ve never head of anyone putting a person’s ashes in a tube/amulet thing to wear as a necklace.  I haven’t made up my mind yet on how I feel about that.  I quickly told Skaterboi that he need to bury it or something and he did weeks later.

Not long after moving in the landlord was over having coffee with us and he and Skaterboi were talking about the old man, another tenant, that used to live here.  Evidently he died here too.  Even after learning that I wasn’t shaken or worried.  I’ll admit that I do sort of believe in ghosts, but from a religious standpoint I’m not sure what exactly ghosts are.

About a month after moving in and adopting Biscuit, the puppy, I was in the kitchen sweeping and Biscuit decided that the broom was her toy.  She chased me as I swept and I even played with her a little, making her run in circles chasing the broom.  When I was done sweeping I propped the broom up in a corner in the kitchen where it meets the hallway.  Later as I saw working on my computer at the kitchen table Biscuit was playing with the broom again and knocked it over.  I heard a loud thump and looked at the puppy then just said I’d pick it up later.  So I continued working on my computer.

An hour later when I got up to get some tea I noticed that the broom was standing up in the corner again.  I looked at Biscuit, then at the broom, then back to Biscuit.  I knew that I had not picked the broom up and I was fairly certain that a six-week-old puppy hadn’t stood it back up either.  Who then, pray tell, stood the broom back up in the corner?

The whole time that I’ve been here though I’ve Continue reading