Honeymoon in Paris?

THAT WAS THE WORST HONEYMOON EVER, I SWEAR!!!

So, let me tell how it started. As any other girl, I thought that the world was my oyster. I couldn’t even suppose that I would be in a stew. The point was that my husband (now my ex-husband, of course) decided to take not only me but also his stupid parents to Paris! Just imagine! And he didn’t give even a fig. I was disappointed but that was about Paris and I had to cope with such a trouble.

Besides, he booked one room in a hotel for all of us. That was supposed to be a fine kettle of fish. We were packed as sardines! What a nightmare! My ex thought that I would butter his mom up but I’m not easy-going, you know… So, I was left like a lemon: having gotten neither relax nor romantic atmosphere.

To sugar-coat the truth I want to admit that taken pictures were sweet as honey but I’ve deleted all of them recently.

Moreover, his crazy parents ordered a pizza and were staying in the room (with my ex). Okay, I repeat, «A pizza in Paris!!!». God, it was definitely not my cup of tea.

In brief, during all the trip I was thinking when my life would get an apple-pie order!