A girl that I once dated when I was 16 years old found me on Facebook some 35 years later. We met up and had dinner. She told me that her two kids that she had with an alcoholic, drug addicted thug she married in high school were doing fine. She also wanted to know if I was married. When I told her I was divorced, she was unhappy to find out I would never marry again. She tried to encourage me saying that I can correct the errors I made in that marriage to make my next marriage better.
It’s always a man’s fault.