So, I was in a four year marriage with this woman named Rita.
It was a bad marriage. She was a very selfish person (both in and out of the bedroom), she cheated on me online, and – the dealbreaker – didn’t want anything to do with my daughter (from marriage #1).
So. Last year we had hurricane Rita. I had my own **personal **hurricane Rita that cleaned out 1/2 of everything I had.
Fast forward to now.
I just switched jobs. I’m a programmer, so the standard practice is to work for a contracting company who whores you out to a business for 90 days until you roll over permanent.
Get this: The contracting company’s name RITA technology services.
Just pray they don’t send you up to metro Cleveland for a project, where the local community taxes are processed by the Regional Income Taxing Authority (known only by its acronym).
I had a similar (though less serious) situation with a couple of Michaels back in the day. I am no longer allowed to pursue any relationships with someone named Mike. Bad luck!