That's when I knew it was over...Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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Man-fat stains and vodka breathI decided it was over when my (now ex) fiancee arrived home pissed at 3am on a Tuesday morning, stinking like a vat of vodka and covered in the salty white stains of her infidelity.
It wasn't so much that she'd been shagging around behind my back...
It wasn't even that she'd been refusing to screw me for the previous six months while I remained blindly devoted to her...
It wasn't that she seemed to think that it'd be okay to come back to our house and get into our bed while sticky from some other bloke's excitement...
No - it was that, as I dragged her by the hair into the bathroom and blasted her with the shower when she trhrew up on me and the bed, I felt not one iota of pity or compassion.
Tuesday night, after work, she'd gone. Thank fuck for that.
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no cake for the impuritay Patrick Stewart hasn't aged since, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 16:47,
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