Another First Love.
Bit of a difficult question to answer is this QOTW as every time I've been in love it's been like the first time. So time to unburden myself of this particular demon....

And as there are people who read B3ta who know me and all of the protagonists in this next little drama I could be in for some flak shortly. Ah well. This tale is too stupid *not* to be told. I'll change, slightly, some names to protect the guilty.

The last great love of my life was a year ago. We'll call her Karen (not her name) and I was supposed to be the best man at her wedding. She was engaged to an Ozzie mate of mine. But it's more complicated than that. Just before she got together with me, she was going out with my now flat-mate, A.

What happened was that when I was still married, my Ozzie mate came to stay in the village where we lived and fell in love with the place. So much so, that he sold up in London and bought a house in the village. Me, Ozzie and my wife, were pretty much inseparable. I worked with Ozzie and after work he'd generally be round my place with me and my wife or in the pub with me and wife. In fact, he got on with my wife better than I did! (That gets important later on)

Then, after a wedding in the village, he met Karen, a bridesmaid at said wedding and the two of them got together. All was fine for a few weeks then Karen began to get increasingly jealous of my wife because of the time we all spent together and wife developed a massive jealousy/hatred towards Karen. me and Ozzie were stuck in the middle. Eventually it got to a horrible state of affairs where my wife wouldn't speak to Ozzie or Karen (except to slag them off) and Karen developed a (justified) hatred of my wife. With me still working with Ozzie and my wife having a go at me if I even spoke to him, this state of affairs totally fucked my life up. To cut a long story short, Ozzie and Karen decided to get married and asked me to be best man. I agreed and the frigid atmosphere between me and the wife went into a steep decline.

Most of this situation was because wife hated Karen taking attention away from her (Karen was way better looking) and the wife still wanted all of Ozzie's attention. Anyway, things got so bad that Ozzie and Karen fucked off back to Oz and I was going to fly over for the wedding.

But, things didn't work out that way. In Oz, Karen was miserable and eventually her and Ozzie split up and she came back to the UK where my current flat-mate, A, pursued her relentlessly and eventually the two of them were dating for a few months. During this time, I'd also split up with wife and I was living in a huge flat where I still live now. A was still in his own cottage at the end of the village and me and A were still mates. Then, as he does, A stopped calling Karen (he'd found someone else he fancied) and stopped answering her calls. So this brings us to Xmas two years ago.

I was still hurt and battered after the break-up of my marriage and was in my local with A when Karen turned up drunk. She made a bee-line for me and, as I described later, was doing everything except hump my leg in the pub in her eagerness to get me into bed. So, being a true friend to Ozzie and A, I did what any decent, God-Fearing man would have done and took her back to mine and screwed her brains out.

When I first got her back to mine I got a text message from A (bear in mind that he hadn't seen her for a couple of months) saying "I can't believe you just did that to me!" followed by another a couple of minutes later saying "send her down to mine now!". I think my reply was on the lines of "Fuck Off". And so that friendship went down the pan for a fair while.

Me and Karen got it together and from then on we were a couple. Karen's take on the whole situation was a bit weird. She'd always fancied me, even when she was with Ozzie and thought that the ideal outcome would have been for Ozzie and my wife to get together and for me and her to be together and the 4 of us probably could have been good friends. Dream on! She wished with all of her heart that she could have met me before I met my wife and non of the crap from the last few years would have happened and we'd all have lived together happily.

As things turned out in the end, Karen was a fucking nightmare to be with. At the end, the only reason we were together was the sex, which was rather good, but her behaviour was driving me mental. Most of the time she was an intelligent, compassionate, loving person but get a few drinks down her and she turned into a raving psycho-beast from hell. I still bear the scars.

Eventually, almost exactly a year ago, I cut my losses and dumped her. She went on a bender for a couple of months and ended up married to a fat drunk who promised he could get her into the music business!

And I'm now sharing a flat with A and we have an unbreakable rule - we don't touch each others women, even if we're not seeing them anymore.

You see? My life *is* like a soap opera only, if they put this sort of stuff on the telly, nobody would believe a word of it.

And, if I put down the latest shenanigans that I've been involved in, not only would it wreck somebody's marriage but I'd quite likely end up with a baseball bat around my head.

But at least it isn't boring....

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 20 Oct 2005, 12:12, Reply)