When Manny asked me to marry him I was at the end my pregnancy. I clearly was not in my right mind and said yes out of fear. I was afraid to go through having a baby alone. If only I knew then what I know now. (a. He is one of the biggest lack o’ common sense idiots walking this earth. b. My soul mate is out there. c. My daughter is not better off with us together.) Of course there were signs to how bad of a life choice I was making. For instance, when I was six months pregnant he took me out to dinner…at Denny’s. When we sat down and the 5 foot tall, bitter eyed waitress slapped down our menus, Manny said something I’ll never forget. “How hungry are you?” He says with a straight face.
I’m not sure where he’s going with this but it can’t be good. I respond, “Excuse me?” He goes on, “Well if you’re not that hungry we can just share a plate and save some money.” Now remember this is Denny’s and I’m six months pregnant, so I’m very hungry. The most expensive thing on the menu is $7.99 (at least at that time) for crying out loud. I believe the technical term to this particular character flaw is cheap bastard.
(Years later I was able to laugh at this. At that moment he never knew how close he came to getting a Denny’s half ass washed fork in his dark brown eye, that reflects his dark cheap heart.)