I'll spare the blah blahs
I should have guessed she was a psycho when I jokingly asked her to move in with me (after she'd had a row with her dad) and within 30 mins she was at my house with a suitcase.

Thinking, ok I'll go with it till she gets back on her feet, I let her stay.
It was four years before I managed to pull her rabid claws out of my flesh and get rid of her.
Four years of supporting her while she tried (and failed) to find a job she could keep for more than a month.
Four years of her trying to put me down and control me at every opportunity.

What started as a great sex life, soon became "I've gone off sex" and sleeping for days at a time.
She spent a year in a hospital for the manically depressed and only coming home on the weekends to try to make me cry.
She wasnt depressed, she was lazy and had figured if she went to the hospital all she had to do was paint pictures and talk about herself all the time (her two favourite things).

The end came when a fat cnut called Lester told her he'd seen the future and that she was to have his child and I would raise it. It was to be a star child (wotever the fuck that is).

I nodded patiently as I packed a bag full of her stuff and threw it out the second floor window.

Goodbye Lisa, I'm glad I never met you again.
(EvilMeister, Mon 25 Oct 2010, 14:09, 1 reply)

4 years
*shakes head*
(lemonadegame, Tue 26 Oct 2010, 1:02, closed)