When I knew it was over
Sometimes you should know, but don’t. This happened with my first love, who cheated on me and dumped me sooo many times during our 3 years relationship, but I never learnt. Even after I moved to America for a year to get over him, then came back and lived in London. Over the next 6 years or so I carved out a successful life for myself – good job, great bunch of friends - but the one thing I still couldn’t get right was boys. I just couldn’t quite get over the heart breaker from my childhood. He was so cool and popular, and I felt so special when I was with him. Plus he had the best mullet in the whole school.

So then I go back home to St Albans for a night out with my brother and some of our old friends. We end up in the Hair & Hounds (an old hangout back in the day).. and who do you think was in there? My ex… fat, pissed, married, and still sporting the mullet in all it’s glory. We exchanged unsteady hello’s and then engaged in the customary discourse… “how have you been?” “what are you doing now?” “etc.”

He’s not been bad thanks. He changes tyres for a living. His wife really doesn’t understand him, and he’s often thought about what might have happened if he’d stayed with me… and maybe later we could…? Well.. you know.

I walked out of the pub that night a happy woman. What a fucking lucky escape.
( oucheh I am have confused, Sat 23 Jul 2005, 14:21, Reply)