V. V. Bad.
This is a grim one. Long term relationship with cracking girl who I was way besotted with. We lived on the opposite sides of London, so only met at weekends, though usually for the whole weekend. (Spent alternately in the sack or the pub.) Anyway, on the relevant weekend I go a-calling and get the 'we need to talk' thing almost immediately.
Turns out my honey had been raped by a co-worker the previous weekend, and had somewhat gone off men. So what am I to do? Dumped because of some other fucker? She spent the rest of the weekend persuading me not to kill the cnut.

Perhaps not as bad as some peoples experiences since there was no 'personal sleight' element, but certainly one of the worst times of my life.

And for what it's worth I did even the score thanks to the advice of an older wiser mate. Framed the rapist for a different crime, shopped him to the filth, and then laughed all the way through the ten years of hard time he got as a 'nonce'.

Still miss that girl every day (20+ years now), and wish things had turned out differently. She was special, and he was a cnut, but he got what was coming to him in the shower block.
(Mr Steve is jobless and fancyfree!, Wed 25 Apr 2007, 0:08, Reply)