Bit long, bit of a rant but it gets to the point eventually
3rd of January 2005, spent most of the Christmas and and a few weeks before going through the final stages of a 4 and half year relationship. Spent the 3months prior thinging 'how the fuck can I get out without losing to much????' We had a house, cat, debt.....the usual shit. I suspect (very fuckin strongly) that for the week before Christmas and over Christmas she was cheating on me with a work colleague. I was pissed off at having to fork out for both our familiys presents, wrapping them all, decorating the house, cooking dinner ON MY OWN etc. In return she gave me a used PS2 game in a plastic bag!!! Not even wrapped!!!! Anyway, as you can imagine once everything is over, Christmas and New Year, I flipped. I ripped the decorations down while she sat and watched with a look of worry, shouted a few things at her (like her staying out all night Christmas eve night was plain fuckin pisstake etc etc) and stormed off to the pub. A few words where said along the lines of 'I'm sorry blah blah blah' when I got back but I wasn't really listening. Anyway next day, 3rd of the month, she's up before me (having had her sexual advances rejected by myself the night before). She sits on the edge of the bed and utters the words...........'WE NEED TO TALK'. I grunt and roll over for an extra half hours kip. This was about 2 in the afternoon. By half 3 I'm dressed, packed and on my way back to live with my parents :-)By March she was living with the guy from work who I think (pretty fuckin sure now) she was shagging behind my back. I came out tops in the long the run while she now lives with him in a manky little flat, drinks far to much, has a rep for being a fucktard and gets the odd smack from new bloke. I now live with a gorgeous fiance in a little cottage with a fat cat and a nipper on the way!

By far the best (in the long term) 'we need to talk' experience of my life
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 15:24, Reply)