.....MEA (Minimum Effort Assistant) is now dealing with the realities of tearing her family apart for a half-fantasy of a boyfriend she 'thought' she loved.
Gig's up.
Her soon to be ex-husband is done with her. Her kids are done with her. Her own mother and siblings are done with her. There's nowhere to run.
When I walked into the office today I could tell she had been crying. What am I supposed to say? It's not my place to comment on her personal life. She's now figuring out that she's going to need a full-time job WITH BENEFITS....especially health insurance. That is, unless, she jumps the pond over to England and marries Romeo.
She won't leave here. We are not that lucky.
Mea does not want to be 8th in line for boyfriend's monetary resources. What that means is that Romeo is twice divorced with five biological kids. She's #8 in line. That won't work for Princess Mea. She needs to be #1.
Ain't happenin'
It's all fun and games until reality comes up and bites you in the ass. She destroyed her own family for a pot-bellied, beer drinking, balls-scratching, soccer-loving guy who has no real interest in American sports. All would be fine and well had she accepted who he is from the get-go. But nooooooooooooooo she invented this fantasy version of Mr. England who would swoop in and solve all her problems and they would ride off blissfully into the sunset together......along with his two ex-wives and 5 kids.
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