Once a week I would cry my eyes out and bare my soul to him. One week I begged him to help satisfy me. One week I told him I wasn't sure I could stay in a sexless marriage. One week I asked him to let me have a fuck buddy. He told me he'd think about it and changed the subject.
While you lay awake perusing his old text messages and reminiscing about his quick pursuit, the online commitment phobe was already mentally packing his bags just as he approached your dating profile page.
Let's teach our children to be careful with their hearts and those of others. Let's teach them that real relationships usually aren't so dazzling. The real ones tend to disappoint in a gradual fashion, often from the start.
Why is it so hard for people who admire Aldean from afar to accept his struggles, or those of any celebrity? There is no question that he suffered, he paid his dues and walked over the coals, and in one way or another he has reached the other side.
Whenever I stumble across the words "affair-proof," my mind responds like the Incredible Hulk -- raging and ready to rip. Now, don't get me wrong, I wish I could find solace in those words and place my faith in their sanctity. But I can't.