Story time:
An old coworker meets a guy. She talks about him all the time. He had roommates, which isn't unheard of, we lived in a high cost of living city. Their dates were always early, like senior's special early and they never really did much. She couldn't go to his house because of his roommates. they couldn't go to hers because she was still living at home. So they screwed in her car.
The weekend comes where she goes to meet his mom, mom lived in the same city. Mom got my coworker alone, told her to run in the opposite direction. Her son shouldn't be in a relationship because he had too much going on. Oh the coworker finds out he has a kid from the mom too.
Coworker tells me, says the mom was minding his business and she was hating. Hmmm... a month later she finds out the truth: He lives in a halfway house and their dates were early because he had a curfew. He wasn't working. He was on crack. He went to jail for stealing for his crack habit. He was on crack! His kid's mom had custody because he was abusive. He was on crack.
I am sitting mouth open at lunch. I asked so how did he take it when you broke up with him? You know cause crack? This bih said she was going to love him through it. I left it and her alone then.
Last I heard, she had a kid for him, cashed in her retirement early, moved with him down south to live in a trailer. He then left her broke with a kid.