Irony, not lost. When Mark and I broke up…gosh a year and a half ago now? I wanted *more* I wanted to get married. I wanted to have kids. I wanted the next step. And he didn’t. Or at least he didn’t with me.
Ironic that a year and a half later, Mark is married. And has a wife and step-son who to my knowledge still live in Colombia, South America. I’m told he’s happy.
And me, the one who wanted to get married and have a family? Um…happy also. But single, happy and dating…one, two…YOU HAVE TO KISS A LOT OF FROGS RIGHT?
Isn’t it ironic? Well, I really do think.