I dated a woman, whose name was certainly not Karen, for a good number of years. She has some issues, as do I, who doesn’t? I’ll just say that they are serious issues and it became a very unhealthy relationship. I broke up with her three or four times before I finally got away. The problem is that she knows exactly what my buttons are and how to feed my demons. She is very much a sex freak and knows exactly the things that I get off on. To paraphrase the famous quote, “Every time I thought I was out, She PULLED ME BACK IN!”
Karen has a daughter, not named Madison, who was in high school when we first started dating and is in her mid-20’s now. Madison had a drinking problem even before I met her, was a big pot head, and mostly likely was doing some other more serious drugs. When she was sober, the two of them were best of friends. When Madison was drunk, she was a 90-pound, hell-spawned, agent of chaos. She got worse and worse as time went on and she did wind up being arrested a couple of times after she graduated high school, though she did manage to graduate somehow.