One night when there was nothing else on television, I decided to look for a movie on Netflix. I stumbled across one of those straight-to-DVD flicks that featured a couple who were dating but were seriously considering marriage. They'd been together a long time and seemed to know each other's qwerks pretty well. They were a young couple. The woman was a single mom whose son the boyfriend accepted as his own. He was the proverbial "good guy" who was able to stomach a demanding, disrespectful girlfriend because of his great love for her. Ironically, she suggested they go to couples' therapy before they decided to get married because she believed they needed to resolve a few issues first. One of the biggest issues was her--and that filthy mouth of hers. She spat so many expletives in a single sentence that you would've thought she viewed the love of her life as a worthless, mangy dog she'd prefer to have put down....
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