RANDOM MUSING ON HOW TO LOVE A MAN

Seriously though my fellow women, I think you should settle for a guy who loves you, but who you just like,the one who gives you butterflies every time you look at him; keep him in the friend zone, go to a therapist if you have to so that you see him as no more than a brother because the second you love him, you have lost.
Most men do not know how to be loved-how to reciprocate the love they receive, you see how they treat their mothers, who birthed them and risked and sacrificed everything in the world for them, an example is how casually he will lie to her over the phone or just ignore the call altogether when the two of you are together. If he does this to his own mother, what do you think he's going to do to you? You did not bring him into this world, you do not supply his every single need, you are just someone who loves him.
You are not the prettiest, the smartest, the wealthiest, etc, all those are walking around out there, so why would he not ditch you the second he gets a shot at something better, or just something a bit different (they always love variety after all)? You see, when a man discovers that you love him (remember that his mother also loves him, probably a lot more than you) and that you are willing to do anything for him because of love, he will realize he has a safety net to catch him any time he falls, and do you know what he will do? He will do random crazy experiments, little by little, and small ones at first to test your limits, but rest assured that they will grow in scale over time.

Each time he flirts and sexts another lady and he apologizes and you forgive him and let go, he will move to the next rung in the ladder, cheat, have kids outside, maybe even bring other women home eventually because he knows you love him, and you won't let anyone come between you two. If you have to love a man and be in a relationship with him, all the best, but just know that you will need to keep the leash supernaturally short; when you catch him smiling at another lady raise hell, and make sure he knows every second that you remember and you don't like it, so that he will know that the higher he goes, the cooler it will become, and maybe that will stop him but even then, set a standard beyond which you will not stay because if he knows about your standard, and you stay even after he steps over that boundary, my friend, Wetangula and his gold scandals have got nothing on you.
Women, are you with me? Love yourselves, and love your mothers, love your children and then love the others, (men are in this group), and in this exact order. If you choose to disregard my advice, you will suffer, you will come to this page asking why is he so heartless etc, and I will refer you back here. I hope that you will be better students in the school of life than the other schools where all we did was copy others' assignments and eat snacks in class. Learn from my experience and if you want, you can come for more classes on my blog haha.

So men, you're okay and all, and it's not that we want you banished to the ends of the universe because we kinda need you; but just settle for the love that your mothers give to you because when the rest of us love you it becomes the death of us, and I'm sure you don't want us all to die......... No hard feelings, but whatever, if you want to catch feelings then here's some gloves 🧤.
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WHY MOST RELATIONSHIPS DO NOT LAST NOWADAYS

Of late it seems that when you turn to the left, a couple is breaking up and when you turn to the right, another one is hacking each other to death, or stabbing or shooting or strangling them and you have to ask, why is this?
Granted, we are living in a global village thanks to the internet and the distribution of information seamlessly and instantly from all corners of the world to everywhere else, so if you are looking for something you are bound to find it in plenty.
In the last five years, however, it just seems to me like I know a lot more people breaking up than I did say, ten years ago; I honestly hardly used to hear so many people splitting up even though there were still some. It seems that Millenials just can't stay together; they lack the patience and courage it takes to love and live with someone, and they really don't care. I have a few theories as to why this could be the case, and the main one has to do with the progression of gender roles over time.

Long ago, it was the man's duty to provide for the family, protect them, and fix things that needed fixing while the woman was to stay home, keep the house clean, and have lots of healthy, giggling babies. Due to humanity, though, some assholes abused this status quo and you would find men not supporting their families, instead going out to drink all night and supporting random women with their money, then beat their wives silly if they dared to voice their opinions on the same. Some women as well engaged in random acts of diva-ism; running around gossiping, partying and dropping babies randomly, not caring and nurturing them as a mother should. These are the women who mothered us, and the men who fathered us; are you starting to see the problem?
Responsible mothers naturally loved their children equally, but taught their daughters to stand up for themselves, and to learn to do things for themselves so they could support themselves in case they ended up alone. They taught them that there was no shame in walking away from an abusive and unsatisfactory relationship- they would receive them with open arms, so they did not have to prove to anyone that they could run a family unless they really wanted to.
As for the men, their mothers loved them also, but that is all they could/would do, and with their fathers away on endless contracts and drinking in the bars, the boys picked up random pieces of information from friends, neighbours, TV, and magazines (the days majority of which were still printed in hard copy of course). And with this, they left to face the world.
Now what do you get when you cross a very empowered female with a very emasculated male, and throw in the mix rapid modernisation?
A disaster, that's what you get.
Other mothers saw this happening and thought that they could love the emasculation out of their sons so they smothered them with even more love (and a little manipulation here and there), but they were wrong; breeding instead entitled little shits who could neither change a light bulb nor fry an egg for themselves when need be.
Probably because the little that they saw of their fathers seemed untouchable, happy, successful and content, they decided subconsciously that this was the way to be, so they carried this same attitude and behaviour and attempted to lay it on women who grew up seeing the endless tears her mother cried and the premature wrinkles she got from stress.
Disaster, I tell you.
The worst of this is that no one wants to change, as they see nothing wrong with them so why compromise? No one either wants to help the other change; if your mother didn't teach you then the world will, as the Swahili proverb warns. Is there any hope for us then? Because messed up children form messed up adults who raise messed up children and the cycle goes on and on, unbroken.
I believe that the change can only start when we admit that we are all screwed up in one way or another; and when we let go of this denial, then we will be able to heal ourselves and each other, seeing as no one is perfect and we have all sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God.....
Let me know if you think I'm right, and if you don't agree also let me know, so we can work on the healing little by little, and fix whatever we can to salvage humanity in some way or the other, or at least the family unit.
'Til next time, keep it foxxy my dears!
XO

ANOTHER NIGHT ALONE, BUT GLAD TO BE ALIVE

Hello my lovelies!! Have you all been nice and wholesome? I sure hope you have been, so lean back, cradle your nice warm cup of whatever and let me share my adventures of the past few days with you!!

I recently rediscovered my love for crochet, so I've been at it with a lot of vigor and it has mostly eased my very high stress levels. Times are still tough, though, and so after accompanying the him to his freelance office once last week, where he has two workmates, i tried to float the idea of making them burgers every now and then, selling them to the workmates so we can get some pocket change and stuff. Not surprisingly he was not for the idea, and shot it down as fast as possible, saying he was not for the idea of such kind of 'hustles'.
I'm sure this is because of his sense of pride, understandable I guess, and wanting to act like everything is great to outsiders while releasing his stress on me, (at this point I remember him showing me a meme talking about building your king and not being another battle he has to fight etc and had I to bite my tongue hard to not tell him he wasn't really my king, more like my personally assigned stress-er haha).

So anyway by this point I know he's not interested in my happiness at all but is just after keeping up appearances and stuff, and that day the conversation ended with him telling me to stick to trying to find a job in my field of study (because he knows I've been trying to get one for the last 6 years with no luck) again, no surprise....
I've been feeling extremely tired of late, drained of energy and as such I've been waking up mostly

between 9 and 11 and getting side eyes and all that because he wakes a bit earlier to go out and about. Today was no different, but I was in a rather better mood than other days so I made some chapati dough, and covered it up to prepare for supper. I made some strange pilau and beef stew for lunch and that was that, but after crocheting for a bit, I got bored and needed to stretch my legs.
With the babies fed, washed, and roaming around the house, I decided to burn the accumulated dried leaves and plant waste in the garden, so I can dig it up at some point and plant food, for a rainy day you know :).
I got the matches and went outside to burn the stuff, and spared half a thought at the trees growing around the piles I wanted to burn. It took three matches to light the first one, and I thought wow this will take forever to burn but whatever there's nothing I would rather be doing, so I took a barely burning twig and tossed it into the other pile.
Here's a free lesson my people: rosemary trees are flammable as f*ck! Especially when dry....
The pile caught fire and burned very big and very dramatically, thanks to the dry weather and strong wind, and my attention was diverted from the slower burning pile which was not predominantly dried pepper tree leaves and twigs.

Suddenly I hear a loud crack from somewhere on my left and when I turn I am met by a flaming branch swinging in the very strong wind. I panic immediately because this is what I had thought of then ignored and I know how fast the fire can jump from one tree to the next, then to the electricity cables above, then to the car, then to the damn house and O My Good Lord my BABIES!!!

I hear the little one crying in the house as though very far away and when I look over she's standing in the doorway with all the smoke making her cough a bit.

I yell for the nanny but she doesn't respond, meanwhile I'm running to the tap outside to open it and fetch some water in a basin to throw in the trees but the trip to and from is too slow and the water seems to flow too slowly so I scream her name, twice, and she comes running asking what's up only to see the fire in the trees.

I find the pipe we used to water the garden and toss one end to her while trying to jam the other end into the tap but it won't fit and keeps falling out when I let go of it.
The nanny meanwhile is understandably scared to go near the fire because it's big and menacing so I tell her to hold the one end on the tap and not let go no matter what, and I run off in the opposite direction to try and douse the flames with water.
The water now creates a nasty blend of smoke and fire and I can barely see where I am but clearly

hear both babies crying by now. I yell at them to get back in the house and obviously they don't listen but thankfully they stay on the veranda, where they get some of the smoke but none of the heat.

Somehow by heaven's grace the fire gets under control and I make sure to soak the damn ground in water and eliminate the chance of any spark left there, and I stay outside for about an hour until I'm sure there's no more fire. I think what would have happened if I had lit the piles then gone back to the house to relax and I shudder violently.

I'm honestly so glad to be alive and well that I don't even feel sick and angry when the bastard stays out till long past midnight, and even then the smell of smoke makes me uneasy. I think I will see things in a different light for a while now, and will definitely stay the hell away from matches. I'm kind of glad the nanny was there to see how fast it can get out of control, so she won't attempt something like that when she's home alone. 

All in all, I love my babies more than I hate this hominid, and maybe that is why I'm trying so hard to make things work, so that they grow up in a well-balanced and wholesome family, and hopefully don't turn out as bitter as me.

Until we meet next time, stay safe my friends, and do not take a single moment for granted. And if you do get into a relationship, be sure to consider all things before you have kids because they introduce new variables in the drama, and it gets much harder to be selfish and look out for you...
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YOLO

A Happy New year to all of you my foxy mamis!! And I do hope that a wonderful and successful season awaits you ahead.
A million apologies for my very long absence, but I was chasing paper on trade fairs and only now settled down a bit. I absolutely had to get something written as the pressure was building to dangerous levels.....

So I have to warn you in advance that today's piece is a bit different in taste from what I normally write, though this is in no way to say I have run out of drama - quite the contrary actually haha....

We started the year on a sad note though, with the attack in Westlands Riverside area, in which 14 unfortunate souls lost their lives. It was a senseless war waged by confused people against innocent civilians and it served to sober us to the reality of how fickle life is for each one of us. 

Maybe this inspired the feelings I'm having, or maybe it's the general flow of events in the past few months, or even just hours, but whatever the case, here's the note on which I ended my day...

I remembered my mom last year telling me of a friend of hers who had lost her husband of a long time, and who she used to argue with every minute. My mum said the two were always at each other's throats so when the husband passed on, it came as a kind of strange occurrence to find the widow devastated (she helped out with finances around the house so she was financially kinda OK, if this is important, this is to say she wasn't totally dependent on him).

My mum gave her condolences and offered a listening ear to which the lady poured out her woes, lamenting how she missed her bastard of a husband (in her own words btw). She said she would give anything to hear him yell at her just one more time, and she missed him terribly and did not know what to do because she realized now in his absence she rather loved him.

Back to today, when some images of the grisly attack were shared onlines some kinda hazy and out of focus but most clear and discernible. It made my head spin to think that the unfortunate people caught out who didn't make it out had family, friends, enemies, nemesis, maybe kids, siblings, and parents who loved them and such.

I realized that most of the things we fight over are inconsequential in the grand scheme, and just a waste of time that we already are very short on. In the end what matters the most is what we felt, and it is only logical that we feel more when we have people around us to feel it with us.
We tend to focus on the negatives because the human brain is a scumbag of an organ that loves to torture its bearers for no reason other than that it can, and by so doing we spend so little time on the positives which is sad.

I remember seeing in a book I read a long time ago that the bitter heart eats its owner, and for the longest time I did not understand what this meant, but hind vision is 20/20 and it could not be clearer now. Letting go of hurt takes supernatural strength, I know because I have been on the receiving end of the deceit of being cheated on, but we are born of stars so I believe we can achieve whatever we set our minds on.
I am not saying I will forget everything that was done to me, although it would be so much better if I could, but I will stop scratching at those scars and just let them heal as they best can. I will not go down that road of angry loathing and tired disrespect because I do not know what tomorrow holds and I do not want to live to a ripe old age alone, biter, and full of regret.

I will seize the damn day, and smile when I can, because days are coming when I won't be able to. I will work on forgiving the past not only because I love him (or loved him, depends on when you ask haha), but because I love me and I'm tired of carrying around luggage in my life which I won't even leave this world with.

So I hope you can do the same my foxxy loves, not for anyone else but for yourself because no one else will do it for you. You do also have to be the change you wish to see in the world, according to Ghandi, so stay foxxy ladies, and until next time, let loose the self love!!

                                          XOXO

WHO IS A MAN?

If you came to this page from google results feeling a bit sentimental or poetic, or searching for some deep understanding or even biological definition, then I apologize in advance because this is not what that is at all.
This is more like a detailed analysis of the characters that I have been unlucky enough to know, so no good vibes here lol.
Before you misread my intentions with those lines, however, let it be clear that I know that there are cases where men are great and sensible; model members of society whom we wish our sons would emulate and our daughters end up with.
I know some marriages do work, with lots of work from both parties to make it last, and so it does.
Following is more like a summary of some of my experiences so far.A small part of me-the hope that escaped the massacre that my feelings were taken through- still expects a kind of 'knight-in-shining-armor but before I digress further, here we go.....

He Will:
Chat with and exchange pictures of himself and other random things with different women, changing the script each time an occurrence arises, and swiftly learning what to do and say so as to get your leniency and yet more chances (to waste your time).

Talk warmly with random females in public, giving them the impression that he is the most charming man out there and that he would blow the competition out of the water. Most times he will let them know if he is otherwise involved because he knows how some women are like, quick to jump into bed with him as they believe they can offer him something that you cannot hence they will cater to him and sweep him off his feet.

Act like an angel to you when you are in public with him, especially in front of his mother, father, and other relatives, so that they are under the illusion that you want for nothing and if you ever leave, you are the bad guy.

Gaslight you every step of the way; to a point that you do not even know who your family and friends are, and with this confusion already planted in your life it will be so much easier for you to fall into his traps of 'she never meant anything to me' and 'you have no idea how much I regret chatting with her and sleeping with her friend and afterwards trying to get her to go for round two after you caught me the first time and forgave me'.....

Mentally deplete your strength and coping abilities and esteem to the point that you feel as if you need him in order to just survive. His toxic presence will keep you feeling sickly safe as he has drilled it into your head that no one else can want you, and life for a single mom with not one but two of his children would be so hard.......

Take advantage of your kindness and have you feeling as if you need to do so much more in order to keep him interested and focused on only you.

Never pull his weight in the relationship, and when you muster the courage to call him out for this he will either sulk until you apologize to him, or he will show you  how bad you are yourself so you can apologize.

Act extremely surprised when caught at a negative point such as cheating or almost cheating, then go from that to a full sulk that will have him refusing to eat the food you serve him, and actually even giving you the silent treatment until you behave yourself and humbly ask for his forgiveness.

Be an endless vortex sucking in energy from you to stoke his impoverished ego, needing affirmations each and every second of how great he is as a human  being, but never giving back in return.

Cheat so often and regularly in different occasions that you will be at pains to keep tabs on him, and thanks to the brainwashing he has put you through already you will doubt your instincts and just forgive him because it is easier that way for your heavily taxed mind.

Make sure that you are not financially stable by inducing you to make important purchases because he is currently unable to until your stash runs out, and try to get you to leave your job and find a better one, raising the bar each time some potential comes along.

Break your heart so repeatedly and so thoroughly that you never feel the need to love again and are unable to be completely happy as yourself; traumatize you from being with someone even if they truly deserve you.

Make you lose trust in every single human being on earth because his behaviors are normal, it is your expectations that aren't, and you are not as perfect as you 'keep telling' him you are so just drop it, he is simply being human.

Find a way to correlate seemingly random and distant things you do so that they seem like a good enough excuse for what he did, and when you catch him at it then he will reverse the situation an make it seem as though you are the one doing it.

Simply not care for you; dismissing you when you are sick and sometimes even being extra mean to you when you are unwell and totally unable to put up a fight with him. If you insist on your feeling bad he will give a half-assed get better soon and act as if you are faking it to some strange end, even if you never have done that.

Completely kill your creativity because every single idea you have is 'unattainable', 'too expensive and labor-intensive', 'beyond your expertise', etc etc until you do not even feel the urge to be innovative any more.

Constantly do the opposite of what he says, and not even bother with an explanation, just leaving you to do whatever you need to do to deal with it because he is never responsible for your feelings; you are, and you are also responsible for his.

Live in a reality that is tailored to suite him; forgetting things at will, planting memories of things that never happened, twisting things to look how he wants them to look and then insisting on that with a solid determination that will wear you down.

And finally he will demean you daily to a point where you choose to stay on through his abuse because you think he is merciful for putting up with you as you are not as good a chapati cook as his mom, or a good and tidy home-keeper like the neighbor's wife, or a good mother like his colleague at work who is climbing up the career ladder while juggling with her children at home and so on and so forth.


At this point I realize I have been a bit unfair and chosen to focus only on the negatives. I have edited this post a bit from the first time I wrote it, call it sentiment, or getting softer with age, I call it a blue moon, becaue I don't often change my mind in regards to things involving feelings, and my observations are generally rather accurate and well-carried out so.....

Anyway, I sign off with a heaviness in my heart because this is the last of all the last strokes that have ever been; this is it, the final goodbye. I feel I am completely drained and have nothing more to give but still more is being asked of me so my instinct of survival has kicked in and I cannot fight any more; just flee.

XO

THE UNREPENTANT B***H

Foxxy Females...

Let's just be real for a second here; sometimes a relationship gets so bad that you are at pains not to commit homicide and such; and in worse cases  it gets to a point even beyond that, when you feel you have to hold your whole being tight to keep yourself from imploding or exploding.

In moments like these, it is sensible to take a step back from your union and view it with some objectivity.
Do you walk away, and throw out all those years/months/weeks/seconds haha whatever time you spent working on this thing?
Do you craft a plot for revenge so thick it's bursting at the seams; like one that is doing the rounds on social media of a certain 'Mama Racheal'?
Do you stay and 'fight for your relationship' as we are told by society any sensible woman should do?
Or do you take the situation as it presents itself, and turn it into a profit for yourself?

Let us analyse below the various pitfalls you may encounter in your relationship to turn nice, sweet you into an unrepentant b-word of the worst variety, and how you can best try to avoid becoming sour and salty as hell by analysing the four questions I have asked above.

Cheater
I start with this one that should probably be last owing to the weight it carries, but let's just get it out of the way. If he cheats once, it will be to your discretion to forgive him even though there's a good chance he will do it again.
He might have been inebriated, or under the powerful influence of lust coupled with crappy friends and females of loose morals; generally a recipe for disaster. Whatever the case, moving on might leave you wondering about what could have been while forgiving him may give him the balls to do it again.
How he acts after the event might give you a preview of the future because if he seems not too affected by his misdeeds, he probably does not think it is a bad thing he is doing and he will naturally take the next opportunity that presents itself.
If he cheats a second time, I would advice you to leave physically, or mentally, or emotionally or all three because that's just who he is and I am yet to meet a woman who gets off on being cheated on, although these are strange times we are living in.......

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
If you are like me in that you very rarely lie especially to the people in your inner circles, then random lies from your guy will irritate you like smoke in the eyes and in both cases you can only stay in the situation for so long before getting overwhelmed.
My solution? Try talking to him and explaining to him in terms that a five year old would understand; use diagrams if necessary. Let him know the lies are getting in the way of something potentially wonderful, ask him how you can help him to stop, and do your very best to assist. If willing or able, see a professional and sort it out. If it persists and you cannot stand it, well....

Mommy's Boy
As the mother of a boy, I have the idea that I will have a hard time letting my well-raised and all-rounded son (God-willing) just go off to be with a woman whom I feel is not worthy of his awesomeness. However, I will make my very best effort to let him have a life and make his own decisions as it is foolhardy to imagine that I can control all his actions. 
Kudos to him if he feels that he still loves and values me enough to want to spend time with me; willingly. Otherwise, I will hopefully have businesses to run, hobbies to work on, and places to travel to that will keep me busy enough that I do not become a meddlesome mother-in-law.
I have to say it sucks meeting a guy you like/love only to realize that his mother has him by his bootstraps; dates will get cancelled immediately she calls and travel plans shelved whenever she has some whim. It may be beyond her control to let her son go but it is entirely up to him to put his foot down and set the boundaries as it takes two to tango after all.
Of all the ills, this one is the most stubborn because he has to enojy her control over him to keep letting her have her way even if he claims he is doing so to keep the peace. He cannot entirely ignore her; neither should he, and he will always love her more than you, but there has to be a line somewhere and he is the one to draw it.
Get ready to leave if he cannot or will not shake her off soon because after you two get married it can only get worse; the moment you exchange those vows with a momma's boy then you also swear to have her by your side til death do you part.

In-Laws To-Be, From Hell
For some reason or other, the majority of in-laws feel like they are in direct competition with you and will take every chance they can to prove their dominance. This leads to a headache of a relationship but as is the case with the mommy's boy, it is up the guy to draw the necessary lines and stick to his guns defending his family. If he leaves you to battle it out with them with no input, just know you have an uphill task of fighting til the last day, and ask yourself if you are up to this task.

Sticky Exe's
Is she still texting him sweet nothing, or innocently 'just checking up on him'? This is no good because sooner or later he's bound to fall headfirst into her honeypot, after all he has been there before and if you fight and he needs some comfort, guess where he will find it.
Let him know your days are numbered if he won't choose between them and you once and for all because friendship aside, why are they still hanging around in the background, hhmmm? Same way you save some money for a rainy day and spend the rest, he is also probably saving them for a rainy day.
This also applies to you; you know that ex that forwards you all those funny things on telegram and whatsapp, and every so often tells you how he misses you, letting a heart-eyes or kiss emoji slip in the mix? Is there any promise that when you are at the worst point of your relationship you won't go running into his arms, and fall into his bed? Let not the kettle be calling the pot black; clean up your act and tell him to come up to the standard that you have set.

Controlling Mofo
This hurts my head just thinking about it. why does a man who has not raised you to the point you have grown to feel the need to tell you where your hem should reach? Why should he demand you hand over your payslip every end-month, and tag along to every event you attend, cross-examining your friends - the female friends no less?
A healthy relationship is founded on trust and if he cannot trust you to be a decent and mature human being, what can he trust you to do and what exactly does he want you for, ask yourself. Slavery was deemed unethical for a reason, and even our creator gave us free-will to do as we may so if he feels he needs to be withing earshot of every single call you make and receive then a disaster is brewing.
This need to control one's spouse arises from issues of low self-esteem, and over time this individual will have exhausted patience to keep looking after you and resign to the imaginary fact that you will leave eventually, or you are cheating on him, so he will start cheating in order to one-up you.
Physical abuse will grow from mental and spiritual abuse and honestly my friend, what are you still doing with him? He may mistreat you in front of family or friends to prove some silly point and will despise your loved ones as well, so the best thing you can do for him is to leave him, and give him the contacts of an institution that can give him the help he clearly needs.

Stingy Mofo
Your man is not supposed to be your ATM, get your own money, woman! But if every time you need some quick cash to sort some bills, or buy something important, or make a much needed investment then it's always excuses, let him know in no uncertain terms that you would love it if he supported you more. As long as you're not digging him for gold, this is a perfectly sensible expectation to have of the person in your life unless you're loaded and money ain't a thing.

Broke Mofo
So this is a bit tricky, because like I said above you should get your own money. Also, a man cannot have his worth as a human being measured by his bank's contents. I however take issue with openly getting the tab or paying for groceries or rent while in a relationship, to the extent that if I am the one paying up, I always give him the cash well in advance and out of peoples' sight so he can sort the expense on my tab.
The same way society expects women to be natural caregivers and raise their children with love and patience, it is only fair to expect men to be natural providers and protectors. What compounds this issue is if he is not making an effort to get out of his current situation.
You alone can tell what needs you want met by him and how much you are willing to compromise so if his poverty becomes too much to bear, do yourselves both a favour and leave, because nothing is as terrible as a loaded woman nitpicking on her man because he's broke in her eyes.

Join me next time my dears, for the analysis of the options you have in case of any or all (gasp!) of the scenarios I have listed above and the consequences of each of them and til then, stay foxxy!

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