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Monday, 7 July 2014

Mon avis et Ton avis... You do remember Avis Car rental. Well, the only opinion that mattered at Avis was a happy customer that may have involved ensuring that you had a reasonably happy wife with the free wedding upgrade.

A young man had a decent girlfriend but he was afraid other people would want her.  He actually spent a lot of time with other relatively decent women once a month; about 11 of them. He seems to have feared other people wanting or being with his "live in" girlfriend simply because he was doing things that made him doubt why she would want to or would be with him.  She didn't really know about the 11 others but it seems that he failed to receive the gift of a decent girlfriend who never mistreated him but, like most women, she had an opinion on the best laundry soap or bathroom tissue among other things such as the best frozen vegetables on the market.  As a result of his misdeeds, he committed to the belief that she had also cheated and also with any one of his older sons who were Priests.  He was really afraid of being left and decided to do whatever  his self-defensive fear dictated.  It was to have 11 back up wives. He also feared his son leaving, so he would tell any woman who was interested in entering into a commitment with his sons that he had to have sex with them (the woman) to see if they would be a good wife and that they could be his daughter anyway. The obvious answer from a good wife is "no".
 One day, as a result of increasing distance due to his defensive failure to show appreciation and failure to spend quality time with her, she said that he should let her know when he has found somebody new. He said, "ok."  The only right answer was to say  " I will not find anyone new. I will stop spending time with the eleven others. I will no longer fear other people wanting to be with you; a fear that is the result of my misdeeds and I will be thankful. You cook pretty well, the house is pretty clean and you don't burn the teeth of my other children when they visit with that stuff you heard about at those bridal shower parties.  We have a child together; right? I choose to believe he is mine and my ego is not worth it since the law says I have to pay anyway and I get the honor of showing up at graduations and buying books for my child's studies. It takes a village to raise a child; they say. "


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