Wednesday, July 20, 2016



I suffer with it. I now know I've suffered with it all my life. I thought for a while that I had bouts of it but it's always with me in the back of my mind waiting for the right mix of life, finances, stability and home life to rear its ugly head.
Splitting from the estranged has taught me that. She will of always known that but I've just come to terms with it. In a world of anti-depressants it takes a while to come to terms with things. That's why she was able to pull the wool over my eyes for so long.
Don't get me wrongI'm fuckin loving my life. Ace life no fuckin wife. I'm just bitter because of the damage the self centred bitch did to my family and is now doing to another family and will do to others because I know she is only trying to recapture what she had with me. Right down to the saving of the chat we had and then the chat that I have a copy of with him. He's not a patch on me. He has no imagination. He hasn't even got a spark in him. His spark went out with the first Lambretta he bought. I'll post a copy of the chat soon.
When I first went to Ipswich to live she told me about a few of her other men. One I'm very good friends with. The other she told me she had an affair with him, he was a scooterist and wouldn't leave his wife after lots of chat. This was around 15 years ago. Not putting 2 and 2 together but who's got a 15 year old daughter? What sort of cunt would do that to a man with a baby. Oh hang on I know.

Right I'm going to bed now and will continue with this tomorrow.

I contacted the estranged and asked what game she was playing weeks ago why wasn't she divorcing me. Maybe she will pull her lazy arsed finger out and stop crushing candy or searching for Pokemon or whatever game she is playing and get on with the job. It's only going to get messier and messier the longer she drags this out.

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