Might not sound too horrific to you but.....
After our first few dates it was suggested that maybe it was time to start meeting the families. Me meeting Mini-PurpleGod was good. Mr Goddess meeting my lot goes o.k. Me meeting his Ma goes well. Me meeting his Dad and Stepbitch (I think you can guess) wasn't great but hey ho. There was only one person left to meet. Saving the worst til last, we drive there. Me putting a brave face on, pretending this was no big deal. We cut the engine and the hairs on my arms go up and I get this really bad feeling - I explain I cant go through with it and I'm sorry and I'll wait in the car. Mr Goddess isn't impressed but doesnt push me. He gets out on his own walks the 6ft to the door and knocks. The door opens and a horrible stench wafts through the open car window, the awful sight before me stops my breath, then I hear a god-awful screech that nearly made my head explode, just when I thought it couldnt get any worse IT says - in a voice that sounds like nails being slowly drawn down a chalk board amplified 1000 times - 'Tell that fat bitch not to get too comfortable in my house, dont let her feed him too much stodge cos I dont want him growing the size of her and dont be f*cking late bringing him back you useless twat!'
Yes boys and girls, it was the horror of the evil ex-wife.
2 blissful years and a marriage later, we still haven't met but she still continues to haunt me!
( randomwomanwholikespink, Sun 24 Jun 2007, 20:51, Reply)