This was a glorious fuck up.
Lived with a bird and her husband (I was the lodger at the fuck up age of 20/21) She'd had several miscarriages and a still birth trying for a family. On the last count I gave her emotional support (the sex was fine an' dirty an' all) and she divorced her husband and we move in together. Friends of ours Jack and Jill have their third kid. Jill haemorraged during child birth- no problem for most birds- but Jill is born with one lung (no problem for her throughout her life- her body adapted well) Yet the blood clot lodges in her lung and fills it up with blood, with no extra lung to rely on Jill drowns and dies. ( this all takes place within six months) After Jill's funeral miscarriage bird says "we need to talk" Jack and her had slept together after the funeral. Blew my mind. But I didn't blame either off them as it was all pretty fucked up anyway.

Then I fell into a song and dance as I slipped into the radiant rainbow as the clouds broke, the sun shined and all was at peace with the world:)
(Dellamorte Dellamore Fuck it all, fuck it up, fuck it., Fri 20 Apr 2007, 18:40, Reply)