It beats the alternative.
My charmless ex-wife was not what you'd call a communicator by nature, and being equally conflict averse generally did nothing when she encountered difficulties. After ten years of being Mrs Steve she had built up a few grievances, but rather than address them she just buggered off with a young shitheel she met at a party. Didn't even have the nerve to front me directly, just left home while I was at work, and left me to figure it out for myself.
Cut to a year or so later and the Young Shitheel is getting broody. He decides to induce the now Mrs Shitheel to bear him a sprog. Having voluntarily had her tubes snipped after the birth of Master Steve she is now (in the technical term) 'Barren'. So she explains how there will be no Master Shitheel due to having had an hysterectomy done involuntarily whilst she was still out with the caesarian she had for my lad. This was of course utter bollocks, and when Young Shitheel found out he divorced her doublequick.
I wish I'd been a fly on the wall for that one!
People often ask me how I get on with my ex, and I found this expression sums it up nicely, and they don't ask twice.
"Her? I wouldn't piss in her mouth if her teeth were on fire!"

She's married again now, which just goes to proove there's plenty of foolish lonely men out there. (Or are they in here?)
Shitheel remarried too, stealing someone elses wife again, and no doubt fucking up someone elses life in the bargain.

So word of advice guys, don't introduce your wife to Tony Growcock, he likes his women pre-married.
(Mr Steve is jobless and fancyfree!, Tue 24 Apr 2007, 13:45, Reply)