About 15 years ago
My girlfriend at the time broke up with me to pursue (of all things) an American sailor and I was devastated.
Years later I ran into her again and sweet Mary mother of God what the hell had happened? Gone was anything even remotely resembling the girl I knew and in her place was a bitter, nasty, mean to kids, screeching, bloated, drunk who looked alarmingly like her hag of a mother.
Think Vicky Pollard crossed with a pitbull chewing on a wasp nest.
A couple of acquaintances who work with her confirmed she's become a complete and utter bitch who regularly makes their lives hell and is widely regarded by those in her office as one of the nastiest pieces of work they've ever encountered.
Considering I'm married now to the most beautiful girl I can imagine and our fantastic son turned one last week, I rightly consider getting out of that previous relationship to be the narrowest escape of my life indeed.
( difficultchild, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 2:52, 2 replies)

Aaah...
..but had she married you she may have turned out all lovely and kind with the looks of a supermodel.
Maybe.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 6:05, closed)

And
MASSIVE DRUGS!!!
(Que?, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 7:13, closed)