I KNEW, now I KNEW, that this load of horseshit of a love interest would work its way out eventually. All it took was a little information and the passage of time, and work its way out it did. Mark my words: bad love interests don't last. It may take time, but they don't last.
The young woman I've been writing about this past week or so, I don't know. She's so nice. Maybe the worst thing she's ever been called is MAYBE a bad love interest by me, and I just put my foot in my mouth. I'm trying to wrap my head around this one. Okay?