Sport, while I completely understand that your wife would drop you like a hat despite being bound by legal contract as soon as you stopped being financially useful, I feel obligated to point out that not every single person on this planet is enjoys and/or employs shadow power plays, and passive agressive dances. Not to mention, very few people actually do that kind of mental calculus in their head. Hell, half the time they have no idea why they are dancing to begin with.
Sure, let's equivocate the marriage of two hyper intelligent, well educated, experienced adults who have two children together to your casual borderline adolescent dating experience. The idea that I'd have to *ask* Nexa a question like this is insane. If you didn't know the answer going in, your "relationship" is a shallow charade. Apparently, though, it's important to you to pretend your relationship is a magical fairy tale and ours is somehow vulnerable. I'm sure you and your "girlfriend" are lovely and everything, but trust me, what Nexa and I have together is likely something you won't ever experience, and possibly aren't capable of experiencing. Which isn't to say it's "better", just that you aren't going to understand it. What you have is so banal and mundane it may as well be a sit-com script.
If you and/or your wife is then, well, I am sorry, but there is no need to project.
Now, if I was a betting man and I thought I had something to prove, I would wager an insignificant amount of money, but I don't, so I won't.
P.S. You should lay off Chris Rock for a while as his **** diatribe clearly gave you too many ideas. Try Dave Chappelle; I am just saying.
Love,
3 moths, tops. I suppose you could squeeze a few extra weeks out of it if you were desperate, but I'm not sure why you would. She said no. It's not rocket science. That's about you, not about the PR. What would I know, though, human behavior is a mystery to me.
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