I appear to have a story slagging off my ex husband for most grim QOTW's!
I was away for a weekend and my (now ex) husband had a cob on about it because I wasn't at home to run around after him, washing up and cooking and cleaning, etc etc, whilst he sat on his fat lazy ass as per usual. Bear in mind this was the only weekend in about 6 months that I'd gone away on alone (staying with female friends, so it wasn't as if I was having an affair). So he texts me on the Friday night, at about 2.30 am with the 'we have to talk' thing, demanding I come away from my £200+ weekend the very next morning for such talk.

After dealing with endless torrents of shit from this guy, this was the last straw. I told him to get to fuck as I wasn't having an argument over text message, or coming home to 'talk' (i.e. he was going to shout at me and point out all my faults and impose kpi's on the amount of sex we should have - whilst forgetting the fact he was a total prick) and promptly phoned my parents to go collect my stuff. I wasn't going to give up my weekend that I'd paid for with MY money.

I haven't looked back since, and now I have the lovely psausage76, who pretty much doesn't talk, so we don't have to have those conversations :D
(mazzmatazz is messing it up like a blue bottle, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 12:29, Reply)