Arrête, c'est ici l'empire de la mort.
I occasionally post pictures of dead animals/people. Feminist, childfree, atheist, pug momma. Fairly warned, be thee, says I.
But I have to put it somewhere so here will have to do. This is a long one so bear with me.
I haven’t thought about my ex for a REALLY long time. We were together for nearly 3 years and it was a horrid, horrid relationship. He had a lot of issues and would use me as an emotional and on occasion as a literal punching bag. It was the worst time in my life.
We had nothing, literally nothing, hardly any money for food, gas, electricity nothing, I’m not being dramatic when I say that I had to beg borrow or steal to get by.
I was extremely stubborn back then, I could of gone to my family for help or my friends but I just wouldn’t, I was in this vicious loop of ‘I got myself into this mess, I’ll get myself out’ bullcrap, thinking that’s what ‘grown ups’ do, when what I should of been doing was asking for help. It wasn’t until years after we broke up that I found it he had money the whole time, he had credit cards, he hid them and spent the money on shit while I worried myself sick and had my home ripped out from under me.
It all came to a head one day when we were arguing, he was threatening to leave, I was hysterical (despite all of it, I loved him) and at that moment my mum rang. And I picked up. And I couldn’t hide it anymore. She and my dad came round, talked to me, helped me and I realised that I wanted out. He wouldn’t go without a fight so I did the only thing I could. While he went and had his strop, me and my mum packed all his stuff, my dad changed the locks, I dumped it outside, it was over.
I lost the flat not long after that. I couldn’t keep it up by myself and I moved back in with my parents. Went to college, sorted myself out, and one day, a couple of years later, whilst sorting out boxes, I came across some of his stuff. And because I was an idiot, I got in touch with him to return it, and arranged to meet up.
And there I was again, we briefly flirted with the idea of getting back together, I had loved him and I had missed him and it was familiar. And it was stupid. Nothing really came of it and we decided to be friends. I met someone not long after and he didn’t take it very well, whilst he was being all pally, pally with me to my face, behind my back to my friends it was a very different story. He would drip poison and malice about me to them, (I forced him to move in with me, I had given him a disease, trying to split me and my boyfriend up, that sort of thing) I knew nothing about this and it wasn’t until a concerned friend reported back the things he was saying that I found out.
I was furious and no longer afraid so I confronted him, he denied it all, claimed he was misunderstood and like a fool I believed him. It wasn’t until I found out about the money and realised that he was always and would always lie to me and about me for attention and that I couldn’t allow him that control, plus I was in a happy, secure relationship and I wanted to protect it, that I decided to cut him out completely.
That was 10 years ago nearly. And the other day, a friend shared a local news article. He has attacked a child in a local skate park, grabbed him round the throat, punched him in the stomach and dropped him. He has been to court (obviously) and because of his ‘clean record’ has narrowly avoided jail.
And I wish I could say I was shocked.
Posted on 23 July, 2014
My kind were not made for such weather.
The sun.. il me perce comme un poingard..
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i think my neighbourhood deserves a sitcom because there’s
- me, the teen blogger
- a house with 8 nuns
- a drug dealer who drives a hummer
- a scottish man who only ever wears a kilt and mows his lawn at 3 am
- an elderly couple who drive everywhere on their lawn mower
- a peacock who has been roaming the neighbourhood for years and no one knows why or where it came from
I’d watch the shit outta that show
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