Break-up Stories
Freddie Woo sends us a tale of woe which ends: "I could live with being cheated on. What really got me that there was clearly a third person holding the camera, and the arse pummeling up and down sometimes had a tattoo, sometimes it didn't. I moved out that day." Tell us about how a relationship's come crashing down around you.
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 13:18)
Freddie Woo sends us a tale of woe which ends: "I could live with being cheated on. What really got me that there was clearly a third person holding the camera, and the arse pummeling up and down sometimes had a tattoo, sometimes it didn't. I moved out that day." Tell us about how a relationship's come crashing down around you.
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 13:18)
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Birthday Break-up
Thirty-odd years ago, I was friends with some people who existed in a bit of a social bubble. They all seemed to go out with each other and would confide all the shenannigans to me. I have no idea why. I'm rubbish at this stuff. As they found out. *cringe*
I got invited to a big birthday party. Just how posh this party was I still can't quite comprehend. I got picked up at the train station by people I'd not met before. Apparently I was staying in *their* huge country house over night with a few other stragglers who'd not thought to inherit houses locally.
The party itself was in an even bigger house surrounded by temporary tents and marquees. There was booze everywhere. There was dancing. It was hours before I even met the host, so when I did, I was plastered. I wished him Happy Birthday. He introduced me to his girlfriend...
...and then I expressed surprise because I thought he was going out with someone else? Tumbleweed rolled. There were tears. There was swearing. I was an idiot. I tried to leave.
Except I couldn't - I had to wait for the family putting me up to leave and take me back to their house whilst hiding from murderous relatives of both sides of the now destroyed relationship.
There's now an entire COUNTY of posh people who hate me.
( , Mon 16 Sep 2013, 12:38, 24 replies)
Thirty-odd years ago, I was friends with some people who existed in a bit of a social bubble. They all seemed to go out with each other and would confide all the shenannigans to me. I have no idea why. I'm rubbish at this stuff. As they found out. *cringe*
I got invited to a big birthday party. Just how posh this party was I still can't quite comprehend. I got picked up at the train station by people I'd not met before. Apparently I was staying in *their* huge country house over night with a few other stragglers who'd not thought to inherit houses locally.
The party itself was in an even bigger house surrounded by temporary tents and marquees. There was booze everywhere. There was dancing. It was hours before I even met the host, so when I did, I was plastered. I wished him Happy Birthday. He introduced me to his girlfriend...
...and then I expressed surprise because I thought he was going out with someone else? Tumbleweed rolled. There were tears. There was swearing. I was an idiot. I tried to leave.
Except I couldn't - I had to wait for the family putting me up to leave and take me back to their house whilst hiding from murderous relatives of both sides of the now destroyed relationship.
There's now an entire COUNTY of posh people who hate me.
( , Mon 16 Sep 2013, 12:38, 24 replies)
Well played on upsetting a bunch of Tarquins.
More of this sort of thing.
( , Mon 16 Sep 2013, 13:51, closed)
More of this sort of thing.
( , Mon 16 Sep 2013, 13:51, closed)
I did a dangerously powerful cough just now.
If my bowels had been troubled I'd probably be looking for my old slippers by now.
( , Tue 17 Sep 2013, 11:51, closed)
If my bowels had been troubled I'd probably be looking for my old slippers by now.
( , Tue 17 Sep 2013, 11:51, closed)
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