The ex wife (again)
Does this qualify as a prank or a piece of really calculated and evil manipulation? You decide.

Some months before the ex and I split up, way back in 2001 to be precise, she started a leadership development course. As part of this course she was assigned a mentor, and every so often had to go on residential courses for a couple of days. I’m not a possessive type, and figured she should go on them (she wasn’t so sure, but I persuaded her to anyway) as it would be an opportunity to meet other people. Not that we had no friends or anything, but we moved in pretty tight circles, and at the time I was getting involved in my local scuba diving club. Separate interests are healthy, I think. I still do.

So anyway, she does meet new people on the course, and seems to be really quite enthusiastic about it all. I’d often get a text message at work from her (always a text, never a call for some reason) asking if I minded if she went out that night, to a quiz, or for a meal. “Of course not my love, go and enjoy yourself”, would be my stock response, and it gave me the opportunity to stick a video on and chill out at home. Most of the time she would come home, but on a couple of occasions she would inform me that she would stay over with one of her new-found friends, as these get togethers were often miles away and sometimes she fancied a drink.

When I look back on all this, I can only shake my head and think what a naive bastard I was at the time. But I was in what I believed to be a loving and trusting relationship, so why would I have cause to suspect anything was going on? Those that know me would probably vouch for the fact that I am pretty laid back, trusting and totally non possessive, or jealous

She was, of course, by now jumping into bed at every opportunity with her leadership development mentor, but in deference to the fact that she was married, would actually ask my permission via text message under the guise of ‘pub quiz’ or ‘night out with new friends’. Bloody twisted Catholic guilt! Even when she informed me that she was leaving (just after New Year, and after I’d picked her up from a night out – nice touch) she didn’t have the decency or respect to tell me that there was someone else. Instead she dressed it up as needing her independence. Oh, and she didn’t even have the decency to move out after dropping that particular bombshell, so we ended up sharing the same house space for a further 6 months before I found somewhere to rent.

I’ve probably gone wildly off topic now – sorry, it’s therapeutic. It’s taken me the best part of 6 years to build up any sort of bile or acceptance that she was a devious, manipulative cow whose declarations that she still loved me and would never rule out reconciliation were, in fact, a back up ploy to keep me hanging around in the vain hope that we could get back together.

If any female B3tards are living in the north east and about to do a leadership development course, if you are assigned a mentor called Graeme Slaughter, do me a favour and kick him in the bollocks please. And don’t get involved with him – he’s an irrational, bad tempered tit who will throw a wobbly at you for not buttering his toast for him.

I’m now taking my vitriol home with me. Good night one and all.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 13 Dec 2007, 18:16, 4 replies)

Wow
Lol@u. You're a chump, grow a pair or hang yourself.
(Leyxia, Tue 18 Dec 2007, 14:55, closed)

With respect...
you don't even know me.

Unless your real name's Graeme Slaughter..? In which case you still don't know me, but *kick* anyway. Oh, and clicks *ignore*. I've read your posts and all you seem to do is post negativity. Tit.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 18 Dec 2007, 15:34, closed)

agreed
Leyxia, comments like that are only designed to make yourself look good at the expense of someone elses feelings. This poor attempt didn't work, and indeed, you just look like a tit.
(pfer, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 17:35, closed)

Cheers
I treat this episode in my life with customary self-depracation. It happened 7 years ago, and I'm now in a much better place, with a much better woman. I'm certainly not being self-pitying about it, as I believe the incident changed me for the better. Ironically, we got on pretty well for the next few years, until she met her new bloke. But that's a different story.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 20 Dec 2007, 9:39, closed)