Have you googled your ex?

Come on have you? It's the type of thing that people far younger than me do, but strangely apropos of nothing at all I decided to do it last night. I don't know why, maybe it's because I am fundamentally nosey, maybe because Twitter was so slow last night, maybe it's because you can just find out so much on the internet these days. One thing's for sure though, despite my occasional rants at him indoors as witnessed on this blog, I showed good judgement when I married Mr. Mummy's Life.

I had some horrible exes. Selfish, commitment phobic, little boys who didn't want a girlfriend, they wanted to say they had one. They messed me around, broke my heart and then wanted me back. I always got over it pretty quick (with a little help from Bonnie and the VBF) and then couldn't imagine anything more hideous than being with them again, which coincided with their grovelling 'oh I made a mistake' pleas. That was the fun part (mwahahahaha what a cruel heartless bitch I am).

So anyway this is what the internet showed me:

Mr Kooky Media type still seems to believe he is 25 and rather 'mad' judging by his Facebook picture of him being really 'crazy' with a giant licorice all sort. His Twitter profile suggests Viz is still his media of choice (oh what a card). But my abiding memory was his unhealthy obsession with Kylie, which coupled with his love of Barry Manilow and The Carpenters (and no it wasn't ironic as he'd say, it was real), should have told me everthing I needed to know but somehow I wasn't listening.

Mr Nice but Dim (aka 'Deckshoe' for his love of wearing them with no socks and shorts in the summer) is, as predicted, making shit loads of cash in some sort of high powered banking role. Naturally. He was just too public school for me otherwise perhaps I'd be a trophy wife with an army of nannies bringing up my children. Hmmm.. there's a thought.

I stopped short of looking up 'The Porsche' because frankly, I just don't care enough to see what's become of him. Like Mr Nice but Dim he's probably running some bank and shipping his assets out to Monte Carlo - or maybe he lost it all in the crash and is forced to make tea for some power bitch boss - oh how I hope so!

The rest, I'm ashamed to say, I can't remember.

So if you fancy going down memory lane for a google at your ex, bear in mind the results might be a bit of an anti-climax (just like the relationship - not in the that way, Jesus my DAD reads this blog..).

So on with the here and now, I LOVED your comments about Bonnie. She is a true icon.

I'd like to suggest you have a read of this today. I like this blog alot and think that everything this lovely lady is saying is EXACTLY how most of us feel about our abilities to parent sometimes. I'd like her to know she's not alone.

xx