I am a single mom of two beautiful little boys

This is your future if you marry a woman like this.

Little Timmy's 5 and cute now. Wait till he turns 16 and is a hulking mass of testosterone, rage, and mommy issues. Or, maybe he's a sullen, drug addled, pornsick, videogame addicted lumpenprole who's barely making it in school and whacking off 10 times a day. Wait till all that resentment his mother has been stoking comes exploding out. Wait till all that rage he has at his dad for leaving him comes out.

Wait till you call the cops to your house because Timmy is in a drug fueled rage and there's an acrid smell coming from his room.

Wait till you call the cops to your house because he just doubled up his fists at his mother and he took some swings at you.

Wait till all that "young, dumb and full of cum" makes a phone call from the local police lockup or after wrecking your car, reeking of booze and weed. Sir, here is the bail amount. Please sign here and deposit your personal check, cashier's check and money order.

Wait until you get a call from a local emergency department that Mr. Young Dumb and Full of Cum is a mangled, twisted mess of blood, tissue and bone, and can you and your wife please come down here because his condition is serious and we do not know how long he can hang on. And oh, sir, please bring your medical card. We need to know whom to bill. And please sign as the responsible party since you will pay what the insurance company doesn't pay.

Wait until you have cops show up on your porch to tell you that your juvy hall stepson Timmy is dead. Killed in a a bar fight or a car crash. Or it was alcohol poisoning, an OD, or most likely, suicide from all that rage I was talking about. Sir, since his mother is a weeping ball of emotion and can't be reasoned with, could you please come down to the morgue to ID the body and sign the paperwork? And, oh, by the way, could you please make sure you sign as the responsible party, sir? We need to know whom to send the bills to.

And within a month or two of the boy's death, your wife will be admitted to a psych ward where she will convalesce for the next 3 months. Or, she'll suddenly figure out how "unhappy" she is with you, and will leave to "find herself" because "I have to have something for myself before I can share it with you". Or you will just get served with divorce papers. Because her boy is dead, her rea$on for marrying you no longer exi$t$. $he no longer need$ you. She'll take some alimony, though. And your house. And the bank accounts.