Second hand Rose. A song. A movie. All kinds of things come to mind.
But the first thing I think of is a woman who I think of as second hand Rose or the widow maker.
This person has gone through husbands and boyfriends like most people go through paper cups. She doesn't outright kill them, but she would drive me insane and my blood pressure would do the rest.
She collects "stuff."
From the alley. From the side of the road. From moving sales. From any place where something can be picked up for free.
She "plans" things. Without much thought. Haphazardly. Cheaply. (Made and done.)
She makes promises that she has no notion of keeping in this lifetime.
She is needy and will say, do, or promise anything to make someone "love" her in the moment.
She is an enabler of lost dreams that never really materialize.
She is not poor financially, but mentally? Something is not right.
We've all probably met someone similar to her, but if she were your best friend you would be in a world of hurt.
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