If you were lmc but snagged someone "old money"

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Anonymous wrote:I was just a small time girl from PA who got a job in an investment firm. I didn't mind being called that bimbo in marketing after I caught the attention of the CEO who threw over his old money wife from San Francisco for me. He indulged my every whim and even helped me fulfill my life-long dream of becoming an NFL cheerleader!

We had three adorable children. Am I to blame that my teenage son's friend was so darn attractive? So unfair I had to spend every weekend in jail for four years just for doing what my heart told me! At least I got the Roland Park mansion in the divorce.

Yeah. I remember this one. My best to all the kids involved.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I met him through my sister. She told me he was bad news, but I didn't listen. He told me his wife didn't understand him, but I didn't listen to that either. I wasn't willing to be just another AP; I held out until he got through a very messy divorce and then accepted his proposal. How could I not? This man moved heaven and earth for me.

Sadly, in the end I lost my head over him after all. After the separation, his serial monogamy streak continued. Second verse, same as the first...

Is this some biblical thing?

It’s Anne Boleyn and Henry the VIII (and the plot of The Other Boleyn Girl)

Good one.

[Anonymous]

I was a LMC gangly teenager that left my hometown in New Jersey, arriving in sunny Los Angeles with my single mom. I was a fish out of water who was soon targeted in school by a gang of bullies, after flirting with the ringleader's wealthy girlfriend. I turned to a building caretaker and unexpected mentor who helped me find my "inner crane," ultimately winning over the bully's girlfriend and gaining the respect of the bully. She ended up dumping me for a football player. I inexplicably moved to Japan where I faced another bully and won him over, and another bully when I moved back to the states. Looking back, I guess I attracted both bullies as well as women way out of my league. Many years later, I became a successful owner of an LA car dealership and restarted my rivalry with the first bully, who was now all washed up. Neither of us aged well.

[Anonymous]

I had just moved from Arizona to live with my father in the Washington. My parents are working class people, my dad is the police chief of a podunk town and my mom is married to a minor league baseball player who is a decade younger.

I hated my new town because of how wet and cold it is, but everyone there seemed to love me despite my lackluster personality, plain looks and the green bowling shirt I wore on the first day of school. I sat next to him in Bio and he was a real jerk to me the first day we ever met-- he acted like I smelled! He disappeared for a few days and then when he came back he was really nice and had different color eyes.

His family was a bit strange, his parents were nice enough (his dad was the local doctor) but his siblings were dating each other! The loved to camp when the weather was nice, play baseball when it rained and had this weird rivalry with the local Indigenous tribe who my best friend just happened to be a member of. My best friend hated his family so much he joined a gang in protest.

We ended up getting married right after we graduated from high school, and had a baby daughter immediately which caused a ton of drama. She actually grew up and married my best friend.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I met him through my sister. She told me he was bad news, but I didn't listen. He told me his wife didn't understand him, but I didn't listen to that either. I wasn't willing to be just another AP; I held out until he got through a very messy divorce and then accepted his proposal. How could I not? This man moved heaven and earth for me.

Sadly, in the end I lost my head over him after all. After the separation, his serial monogamy streak continued. Second verse, same as the first...

Is this some biblical thing?

I thought it was Anne Boleyn

[Anonymous]

I was born poor—like log cabin backwoods poor, and rarely attended school. But, like Kim Kardashian, I taught myself the law and started practicing. But I became known for my speaking abilities, which allowed me to meet the daughter of a wealthy Kentucky family. She loved to shop and was a SAHM while I worked a very stressful job in DC! I know you all say your DHs have a big stressful job, but trust me when I say mine was stressful. Sadly, things did not end well for me, but I remain an inspiration for many and proof that you don’t need a top 14 law school or vault-ranked firm to rise above humble beginnings and change people’s lives

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was born poor—like log cabin backwoods poor, and rarely attended school. But, like Kim Kardashian, I taught myself the law and started practicing. But I became known for my speaking abilities, which allowed me to meet the daughter of a wealthy Kentucky family. She loved to shop and was a SAHM while I worked a very stressful job in DC! I know you all say your DHs have a big stressful job, but trust me when I say mine was stressful. Sadly, things did not end well for me, but I remain an inspiration for many and proof that you don’t need a top 14 law school or vault-ranked firm to rise above humble beginnings and change people’s lives

Sorry you did not enjoy the play.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was a LMC gangly teenager that left my hometown in New Jersey, arriving in sunny Los Angeles with my single mom. I was a fish out of water who was soon targeted in school by a gang of bullies, after flirting with the ringleader's wealthy girlfriend. I turned to a building caretaker and unexpected mentor who helped me find my "inner crane," ultimately winning over the bully's girlfriend and gaining the respect of the bully. She ended up dumping me for a football player. I inexplicably moved to Japan where I faced another bully and won him over, and another bully when I moved back to the states. Looking back, I guess I attracted both bullies as well as women way out of my league. Many years later, I became a successful owner of an LA car dealership and restarted my rivalry with the first bully, who was now all washed up. Neither of us aged well.

ahahahahahaha

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was a LMC gangly teenager that left my hometown in New Jersey, arriving in sunny Los Angeles with my single mom. I was a fish out of water who was soon targeted in school by a gang of bullies, after flirting with the ringleader's wealthy girlfriend. I turned to a building caretaker and unexpected mentor who helped me find my "inner crane," ultimately winning over the bully's girlfriend and gaining the respect of the bully. She ended up dumping me for a football player. I inexplicably moved to Japan where I faced another bully and won him over, and another bully when I moved back to the states. Looking back, I guess I attracted both bullies as well as women way out of my league. Many years later, I became a successful owner of an LA car dealership and restarted my rivalry with the first bully, who was now all washed up. Neither of us aged well.

Love this one

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was born poor—like log cabin backwoods poor, and rarely attended school. But, like Kim Kardashian, I taught myself the law and started practicing. But I became known for my speaking abilities, which allowed me to meet the daughter of a wealthy Kentucky family. She loved to shop and was a SAHM while I worked a very stressful job in DC! I know you all say your DHs have a big stressful job, but trust me when I say mine was stressful. Sadly, things did not end well for me, but I remain an inspiration for many and proof that you don’t need a top 14 law school or vault-ranked firm to rise above humble beginnings and change people’s lives

Sorry you did not enjoy the play.

Date night in downtown DC is always a letdown!

[Anonymous]

I was on my way being the young wife of a fairly successful business owner. Things were looking good for us. I decided to shoot his win the face which didn't work out well for anyone.

[Anonymous]

Correction:I shot his WIFE.

You know what they say about best laid plans.

[Anonymous]

Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute. Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air. In West Philadelphia born and raised. On the playground was where I spent most of my days chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool. I was shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared.She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it." First class, yo this is bad. Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm, this might be alright.

But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that. Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.Well, the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air!"

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

[Anonymous]

(There are some serious typos in that, copied and pasted - obviously "home to bel-air" and "yo homes, smell ya later!")

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute. Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air. In West Philadelphia born and raised. On the playground was where I spent most of my days chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool. I was shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared.She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it." First class, yo this is bad. Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm, this might be alright.

But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that. Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.Well, the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air!"

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

Yeah, I heard things didn't turn out well for you. Didn't you lose your mind and slap someone for some imagined slight to your wife?