I know a lot of sisters ain't gonna like this, but the truth is the truth, that's just how it is. This one goes out to brothers fencing sisters with kids- Scene 1 I met her and she was fine. ****! looked better than brand new minted dimes- no ring & no brother loafing- she was hot! I felt her like soft rain and daffodils in spring. As a matter of course & compelled by the force I introduced myself; told her if she'd be my Queen I'd damned sure be her King we could do this thing- as a matter of fact,- I suggested we skip the ********, go straight to the ring. She smiled, said 'I got 2 kids-' I hesitated for a millisecond then threw my bid in. Scene 2- We walked up the aisle, had lots of fun for a while, bought the house and the nice cars; sexed each other like crazy mad everyday! our attraction was instant and without delay- then the ******** started. Her kids daddies, she gots 2 of those, stopped supporting them. I guess they felt since I had the cheese I could handle they biz; for her part she refuses to get into the whole child support racket; decided that she'd rather do what it takes so now my whack time is down to ****! For my part I refuse to front any more cash for responsibilities that ain't mine- Hell, I was already doing more than my share of time. We argued, cussed and fought for months about it- 'till she decided that she'd rather work double time, overtime & every other time inbetween so she don't have to put up with trifling ni**ers. Go figure. Now instead of being a king with a queen I'm down to choking my chicken on empty midnight scenes- I should get the fu** out of dodge right? Right. Scene 3 Between scenes 1 & 2 my ability to just pack up and go was born, now my love for her is the cross I bear while I swallow my inner scorn and wish I'd just hit the ***** and run,- I tried to do the right thing, now I'm under the gun. Brothers, don't do it.