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| Dealing with DOPEY |
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| Why did I EVER marry Dopey?? Good question.... I could not have an honest understanding of myself without examining Dopey. I am firmly convinced we all have a Dopey somewhere in our lives/life. In my instance this was my recent...well MOST recent EX husband.AND I have often wanted to vent my horror at the man publicly so I am taking this opportunity. Psychologists might say I accepted something that venal and low because that was all I subconsciously thought I deserved. I am not certain I agree with psychobabble. Defining Dopey. * Australian Male ( that should be enough to turn any sane female off!!) * Trailer Trash Family Sydney's Western Suburbs, aussie equivalent to white trash... Dad worked for the Railways which meant they were itinerant. - Dopey's Daddy got paid every two weeks... and Dopey's mum used to saddle up her little ones and go down the pub/(hotel) to get the money of Dopey's Dad for milk for the children while he was out drinking with the boys - The family idea of a "good time" is a trip to the Blacktown Workers Club and an extended visit playing the Poker Machines, and drinking themselves stupid... oh and lets NOT forget investing heavily in the TAB ( Aussie horse betting body...) the investments of course were all one way... * Daddy got a quarter of a million when he retired from the Railways as super.... in five years they had nothingto show for it - and NOTHING left. THIS is where Dopey comes from...so I shouldn't REALLY blame Dopey... but you see I do. Dopey is a born victim. Have you ever met someone who has never EVER screwed up or done anything wrong?? YET all these things happen to them?? I am the first to admit I have blundered into my own screwups by my own choice. I have yet to see Dopey accept responsibility for anything... suppose hell will freeze over first huh?? Oh and Dopey sees me as one of those who have victimised him. He aint seen nothing yet!!! |
| Tracking and defining ME |