Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Ebb and Flow.
Arghhhhhh!
One thing I get so freaking tired of is when any man from my ancient past—no matter how well or unwell we knew each other—gets dumped by a wife, girlfriend, or whatever, he tries to re-engage with me.
Notice I say “tries to.”
But I’ll put that on my wishlist. I understand if a man’s been wounded. I really, really do. And I understand if he’s licking his wounds. But I want a man who comes to me for me, not because he’s looking for me to lick his wounds for him.
