Originally Posted by
FatherKnowsBest
I think its more like, after being on your own for ages and struggling to pay for your flat, you happen to meet a lady in the Maggie Mays Motown night. It goes well, its not magic, but its okay, and if you can get her to move in that's all your immediate money worries gone. But three years later, she never cleans or cooks dinner, she'd rather be on Facebook than talk to you and you don't even get your leg over anymore. Its going nowhere, so you politely suggest that she takes her stinking carcass and gets it out of your life, which is when she digs her talons in and claims ownership of all your possessions, tells all her friends what a b'stard you are (you're not...), and after the lawyers have been all over it, you have to give her everything you own, and end up in abject poverty, while she has nights out on your money and flirts outrageously with another mug.