I thought of writing the following as a Venn
diagram, but I’m not a computer whiz, so I’ll stick with paragraphs. Also, I’d only be addressing the overlapping center. See, recently, due to backlog of undone
laundry, I was wearing low-rise jeans from when that was all I could find in my
price range. They are now my
no-clean-laundry-day jeans. They are so
fuckin’ annoying. As I was listing in my
mind all that is wrong with me in low-rise jeans, I realized that the same list
applies to what is wrong with me having been with my ex.
They may seem okay at first, but they are terribly lacking. Some think they look good, but they look
ridiculous. 
Since giving less fabric/love seems to get accepted
as the norm, we unfortunately get used to this discomfort as too many of us do
a crappy marriage. The bar gets lowered,
and what was normal gets renamed. Now
when I am looking for normal pants that know where to hold me, I have to ask
for high-waisted pants. And if I want
to meet a normal, loving man who knows where to hold me, well …
I suppose if one takes the time it truly deserves, one can find a good fit.
After discovering a store in the
Bronx called LuLu’s and H&M in Manhattan both carry normal and affordable
jeans, I’ve been slowly getting rid of the unflattering kind. And as in the separation and divorce, I’ve found…
Ah, I too am on the financially devastating quest to finding the jeans with the correct fit...