
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
« Go Back

....For the first time when the psychotic slag berated me for refusing to call a taxi at four in the morning to "bring me some fags from an all night garage". This after she'd drunk me dry, smoked 2 packs of twenty and almost an ounce of dope.
Stupidly I took her back, then dumped her again after several more trauma-queen incidents.
Luckily I was moving to the opposite end of the country shortly afterwards, still got "funny" phonecalls from her for over a month afterwards though.
Much happier now with a sane woman.
( , Fri 22 Jul 2005, 21:11, Reply)
« Go Back