Time for a confessional (sp)(dgaf) looks right to me
I was once married to a harpie. An evil,vitriolic ball of hatred. Night after night I endured such a belittling torrent of abuse and scorn that, quite frankly, I'm amazed thet I'm still here.
On more than one occasion I got the means to end it all, and I thank zob, I never plucked up the courage. And eventually managed to get my head around the notion that the kids would be ok and escape.
In retrospect the one thing that kept me going was her drinking habit. Not that she was any more pleasant after her nightly 2/3 bottles of white wine. That made no difference.
It was the fact that a urine top goes unnoticed in a glass of cheap white plonk.
A barrage of abuse would issue from her lips, whether or not the kids were in earshot, and then she'd take her fill of my piss, and for a split second life was worth living.
I haven't had the chance to browse, and if my story is repeated, good on ya mate.
(smalldickedandproud, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 21:15, 2 replies)

Well done
Sounds like she deserved it
(i should have joined myspace, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 21:23, closed)

*Have a click*
Piss head wife's are the worst!
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 9:35, closed)