It also got me thinking about an exchange I had yesterday at the boat.
She has a different man every week.
She has her son with her every week.
I meant the other guy.
I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes.
I'm not judging. We all could use a sugar daddy.
I'm taking them to the island, I'll be back in a few.
I thought to myself, nobody shits on women more than other women.
The guy ended up being her uncle in town with his son to pick up a boat to sail up the Mississippi to Michigan. Which is pretty fucking cool.
And if she has a different guy every fucking trip from now until earth melts into the sun, good for her. It's nobody's fucking business.
I want a sailboat.