I remember a woman trying to introduce me to a “good girl,” a “nice girl” who was asking about me. When I learned she was talking about her niece, I asked her son about his cousin. His warning was blunt, stay away. It wasn’t the usual brotherly protection. He told me his cousin had five kids from five different restaurant owners, had been divorced twice, and had no children from either marriage. She was also a chronic dominator who felt the need to control anyone she could.
I never went back to my friend’s mom’s place after that. We still went out sometimes, but I avoided her house. His cousin was in the middle of breaking up with the latest father of her latest child and moving back in with her mother. Dependency on repeat.
Over time, my friend told me more. She was pregnant with restaurant owner #1 while still married to husband #1. That ended quickly and divorce #1 was done. Husband #2 cucked his way in, but she got pregnant again with restaurant owner #2, and divorce #2 followed.
When meeting the next three restaurant owners, she hid the fact that she even had children. In her teens, she’d had two abortions. She’d collected a list of STDs. She’d been with drug addicts and even one man in prison.
If this is what passes for a “good girl” and a “nice girl,” I have no interest in finding out what a bad girl looks like.
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