You're the one who tried to build a relationship around deceit and then blame me for your guilt. Why was I the one that had to wear all your insecurities of jealousy, fear and anger just because you thought it was ok to be cheating drunk slut. I know more about human behaviour than you think and you are the classic case of denial. The fact that you tell yourself taz is a decent person is enough to tell anyone that you live in a alternate world that you have created for yourself. Every one I know that has met him thinks he is a slimy piece of shit. So how can 30 people be wrong and you be right. Your the one who is fucked in the head. I was stupid to try search for an explanation for someones insanity. You can't make sense out of some ones insane behaviour that's why it's called insanity. LIES ARE LIES THEY ARE NOT REAL THEY ARE FALSE and so is the world you have created. tas has made an imaginary world for himself too maybe that is why you two get along so well. just drink enough piss to block out the real world and tell yourselves how great yous are and that every one else doesn't know shit. That is not the real world that is just a drunken illusion.
Don't try and tell me that I never understood you when you don't understand yourself. That's why you make up bullshit excuses to try and explain your behaviour and can't take any responsibility for your actions. I have friends that believe in me where are yours
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Regards hubby
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Will It Never End...
You're an angry person and should go see a head DR. I have given you enough money time and effort and owe you nothing. It's your own fault your life is what it is shit will always catch up with you. You have lied and manipulated ever since I've known you and a double life will always crumble leaving you with just shit. ALL THE SHIT IN YOUR LIFE YOU CREATED AND ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR. you are the one who has lost integrity with your family, friends and acquaintance's. NO ONE CAN TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY ANY MORE. One look at taz and they shake their heads. you live in a false world that you created so you don't have to deal with guilt. you can hide from the truth but the truth will always remain the same only your lies will change.
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Regards hubby
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Regards hubby
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Being Nasty...
And by the way; your idea of good sex is holding someone down while you jam your fingers up their unwilling arse.
That's YOU, sunshine.
Fuck OFF...And go crazy with that piece of meat. She/ He will come to understand your gayboy tendencies eventually. Or not.
By the way I thought you looked gay in that shirt you wore on Friday night. Take my advice; it doesn't suit your Chris Issac hairstyle.
Regards Miss Construed x
That's YOU, sunshine.
Fuck OFF...And go crazy with that piece of meat. She/ He will come to understand your gayboy tendencies eventually. Or not.
By the way I thought you looked gay in that shirt you wore on Friday night. Take my advice; it doesn't suit your Chris Issac hairstyle.
Regards Miss Construed x
Regards...
I don't care what you do...fuck whoever you like in your dad's caravan. That's where you take a girl on a date isn't it?
Your Dad probably has spycam on you.
Talking about prospects; I wish you'd find a job. No wonder I find it hard keeping a house hold together. You're as useless as tits on a bull. Hurry up and pay me some maintenance for the kids (not sure if they are both yours, you can order the DNA test, though, if you it stops you from wondering...)
I reiterate; fuck off hubby. You are a selfish man. And lover. Three minutes. Tops. Whoopee...
Regards Miss Construed
Your Dad probably has spycam on you.
Talking about prospects; I wish you'd find a job. No wonder I find it hard keeping a house hold together. You're as useless as tits on a bull. Hurry up and pay me some maintenance for the kids (not sure if they are both yours, you can order the DNA test, though, if you it stops you from wondering...)
I reiterate; fuck off hubby. You are a selfish man. And lover. Three minutes. Tops. Whoopee...
Regards Miss Construed
Monday, April 19, 2010
I Hope This Is The Last Of It...
I don't care if you believe me or not I just thought you would like to know and don't try and tar me with your brush. Yes Little Son knows the girls on the computer have their tits out and stuff and I turn off the screen when he comes in. What you have done when the kids have been home is inexcusable but you deny that or were too smashed off your face to remember doesn't mean it didn't happen and you have left your children with memories of their mother they will keep for life. You're still trying to blame me for your mistakes.
I think it's about time you looked at your behaviour and deal with your guilt. Stop being angry at me all I had done was want to believe your bullshit only to be fucked over by you time and time again. You enjoy the shitty life with taz that you crave so much. Kill your brain cells with cheep piss and scrounge for your next loaf of bread. I spend quality time with Little Son when I have him, doing things he likes to do and will have good memories of when he is older.
-- If you didn't notice I wasn't drinking with Twink all Friday night and left at 8:30 to meet some one with prospects. Not like you who just waits around for the last bloke standing when the pub shuts. Like that piece of shit taz with only half his teeth, no future and no integrity. YOU PAIR ARE A JOKE AND I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU CAN WALK THE STREETS OF PUBTOWN WITH YOUR HEADS HELD UP.
Regards hubby
I think it's about time you looked at your behaviour and deal with your guilt. Stop being angry at me all I had done was want to believe your bullshit only to be fucked over by you time and time again. You enjoy the shitty life with taz that you crave so much. Kill your brain cells with cheep piss and scrounge for your next loaf of bread. I spend quality time with Little Son when I have him, doing things he likes to do and will have good memories of when he is older.
-- If you didn't notice I wasn't drinking with Twink all Friday night and left at 8:30 to meet some one with prospects. Not like you who just waits around for the last bloke standing when the pub shuts. Like that piece of shit taz with only half his teeth, no future and no integrity. YOU PAIR ARE A JOKE AND I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU CAN WALK THE STREETS OF PUBTOWN WITH YOUR HEADS HELD UP.
Regards hubby
One Last Favour...
What part of Fuck Off don't you understand?
I'll have you for harassment; and there aren't too many girls with their tits out where you'll end up going. Or Little Son.
Do me one last favour?
Leave me alone.
I'll have you for harassment; and there aren't too many girls with their tits out where you'll end up going. Or Little Son.
Do me one last favour?
Leave me alone.
Tell Him He's Dreaming...
So it didn't work out with the hospital administrator?
Like I believed a word of that shit anyway...
Good luck with the, what was it? A 20 year old?
You are fucking dreaming.
Next week you might want to actually spend Friday and Saturday with Little Son instead of with Twink at the pub...because if you don't want to spend your two nights with him then I'll ask Tazzie to mind him for me while I'm at work, like he did today. Simple.
And could you do something for me? Don't let Little Son see you at Work on the computer when you are picking up your cyber slags. He told me all about it.
Now fuck off.
Like I believed a word of that shit anyway...
Good luck with the, what was it? A 20 year old?
You are fucking dreaming.
Next week you might want to actually spend Friday and Saturday with Little Son instead of with Twink at the pub...because if you don't want to spend your two nights with him then I'll ask Tazzie to mind him for me while I'm at work, like he did today. Simple.
And could you do something for me? Don't let Little Son see you at Work on the computer when you are picking up your cyber slags. He told me all about it.
Now fuck off.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
An Update For My Workmate...
Hey Workmate
Yes I've been getting heaps of messages off the prick; about 18 yesterday, some very nasty and disturbing, telling me I'm a cocksucking slut and that is what will be written on my gravestone. I called my friend CC and had her and her partner Norty ring him to tell him to lay off, and I also rang Twinkle Toes (his best friend) and asked him to talk to him and get him to stop or I'd go back to the police. He denied to them all that he was even sending me messages but I have the proof in my phone. CC thinks he's lost the plot; he's denied ever hitting me as well though she has seen the bruises and black eyes over the years and knows I'm not lying. I'm getting a new Sim card tomorrow and will get a new phone number; at least the messages might stop if I do that.
Also, yesterday, Little Son went to the movies with hubby's sister L and her son. They were meant to bring him home by three o'clock but then I got a message from hubby saying he was going to keep Little Son for two days and that I didn't own him. I rang L and told her that she was to stick to our arrangement, she carried on saying I was being unfair to Little Son denying him contact with hubby and that Little Son was the one missing out, so I told her if he wasn't back by 4 at the latest I'd have her charged with kidnapping (a bit extreme maybe,but she's a teacher and that wouldn't go down well for her). Anyway, she bought him home, and hubby wouldn't have been pleased that I'd 'Won' the round. But Fuck him. I've talked to Little and Eldest about what he's been up to, Little Son is upset but hopefully understands that his Dad can't just walk all over me anymore.
Anyway, Norty and Twink must have had some sort of impact because he only messaged once tonight, another jibe at me being a cocksucking slut but disguised in a joke about a microwave full of roosters. He's lost it, mate. I just wish he'd leave me alone.
Little Son and I changed his room around yesterday, too. He loves it, especially his new tallboy (it is hubby's that he has stored in my garage since he and Twink got evicted from where they were living). Fuck him, it's Little Son's now. I'm going to borrow Taz's drill next week and put hubby's queen bed in there too (actually, it's my base my parents bought me when I was 21, but it's his mattress... that his mother paid for).
I worked today with Mustang, Helga was with Go Slow. Helga must have pushed her hard because they finished before we did, but that was also because the Jetstar guys didn't check out until after 12 and so Redman rolled the rooms until tomorrow. Hopefully, we'll all get a call to work,I'm not back until Sunday at this stage otherwise (so don't forget to call me Saturday if you need an extra set of hands! I am already broke after I've paid out what I needed to; haven't bought any food yet; it's pitiful, and it's only payday today.
Well my Love...thanks for thinking of me, sorry about the essay that followed. Hope to see you in the next few days.
Miss Construed x
Yes I've been getting heaps of messages off the prick; about 18 yesterday, some very nasty and disturbing, telling me I'm a cocksucking slut and that is what will be written on my gravestone. I called my friend CC and had her and her partner Norty ring him to tell him to lay off, and I also rang Twinkle Toes (his best friend) and asked him to talk to him and get him to stop or I'd go back to the police. He denied to them all that he was even sending me messages but I have the proof in my phone. CC thinks he's lost the plot; he's denied ever hitting me as well though she has seen the bruises and black eyes over the years and knows I'm not lying. I'm getting a new Sim card tomorrow and will get a new phone number; at least the messages might stop if I do that.
Also, yesterday, Little Son went to the movies with hubby's sister L and her son. They were meant to bring him home by three o'clock but then I got a message from hubby saying he was going to keep Little Son for two days and that I didn't own him. I rang L and told her that she was to stick to our arrangement, she carried on saying I was being unfair to Little Son denying him contact with hubby and that Little Son was the one missing out, so I told her if he wasn't back by 4 at the latest I'd have her charged with kidnapping (a bit extreme maybe,but she's a teacher and that wouldn't go down well for her). Anyway, she bought him home, and hubby wouldn't have been pleased that I'd 'Won' the round. But Fuck him. I've talked to Little and Eldest about what he's been up to, Little Son is upset but hopefully understands that his Dad can't just walk all over me anymore.
Anyway, Norty and Twink must have had some sort of impact because he only messaged once tonight, another jibe at me being a cocksucking slut but disguised in a joke about a microwave full of roosters. He's lost it, mate. I just wish he'd leave me alone.
Little Son and I changed his room around yesterday, too. He loves it, especially his new tallboy (it is hubby's that he has stored in my garage since he and Twink got evicted from where they were living). Fuck him, it's Little Son's now. I'm going to borrow Taz's drill next week and put hubby's queen bed in there too (actually, it's my base my parents bought me when I was 21, but it's his mattress... that his mother paid for).
I worked today with Mustang, Helga was with Go Slow. Helga must have pushed her hard because they finished before we did, but that was also because the Jetstar guys didn't check out until after 12 and so Redman rolled the rooms until tomorrow. Hopefully, we'll all get a call to work,I'm not back until Sunday at this stage otherwise (so don't forget to call me Saturday if you need an extra set of hands! I am already broke after I've paid out what I needed to; haven't bought any food yet; it's pitiful, and it's only payday today.
Well my Love...thanks for thinking of me, sorry about the essay that followed. Hope to see you in the next few days.
Miss Construed x
Monday, April 12, 2010
His Reasons For Bashing A Girl...(Unedited...)
All you have is I bash you. It wasn't because my dinner was cold!
here is a list.
the first time I had to restrain you I just wanted to go to sleep. you followed me around the house screaming & yelling pissed out and would not leave me alone.
the second time just the same.
enouther time you wanted to stay at the pub drinking with no way to get home didn't want to get into the taxi and carreid on like a fuck wit
didn't mater if Little Son was getting dropped of in 1/2 hour or so you wanted to stay out drinking and flirt with outher blokes.
You would pick a fight with me just so you had an excuse to stay out drinking.
you made youself available for other blokes the first 3months we where together (lived together)
I go home to look after Little Son one new years eve when he was sick and you take the opertunity to stick your tngue down Tods throught no consern if Little Son was OK and when Tod wanted to talk to about it you jumped into the shower punched me in the face called me names then ran off and fucked him.
-- you would bring stranges home from town at all hours of the morning and smirk at me.
you would sook your ass of just to get me to fuck you and 3 days later be fucking some one ells as if that was normal.
you would write me letters saying how much you wanted me back while you where still fucking some one ells.
you would tell me you where just friends with them while you where still fucking them.
you would winge to me about wanting to spend time with me and then run off and fuck taz.
DO YOU WANT ME TO GO ON and then you wounder why I think your CRAZY why shouldn't I HATE you.
Regards hubby
here is a list.
the first time I had to restrain you I just wanted to go to sleep. you followed me around the house screaming & yelling pissed out and would not leave me alone.
the second time just the same.
enouther time you wanted to stay at the pub drinking with no way to get home didn't want to get into the taxi and carreid on like a fuck wit
didn't mater if Little Son was getting dropped of in 1/2 hour or so you wanted to stay out drinking and flirt with outher blokes.
You would pick a fight with me just so you had an excuse to stay out drinking.
you made youself available for other blokes the first 3months we where together (lived together)
I go home to look after Little Son one new years eve when he was sick and you take the opertunity to stick your tngue down Tods throught no consern if Little Son was OK and when Tod wanted to talk to about it you jumped into the shower punched me in the face called me names then ran off and fucked him.
-- you would bring stranges home from town at all hours of the morning and smirk at me.
you would sook your ass of just to get me to fuck you and 3 days later be fucking some one ells as if that was normal.
you would write me letters saying how much you wanted me back while you where still fucking some one ells.
you would tell me you where just friends with them while you where still fucking them.
you would winge to me about wanting to spend time with me and then run off and fuck taz.
DO YOU WANT ME TO GO ON and then you wounder why I think your CRAZY why shouldn't I HATE you.
Regards hubby
The Ugly Truth...
To be honest; it started with your old boss, G, even before Greenie started at the Furniture Shop. You were wrong when he said he wouldn't be interested in someone as ugly as me. He was. We had a grand old time at the Kent after you went home in the taxi to the Old Place.
Then it was Jessie. Jeffro's mate. Or Harry is his real name. I didn't fuck him but I really Really Really Really wanted to. His dick was so much bigger than yours that I called it Perfect. And it would have been. I saw him a few weeks ago at the Exchange and we have exchanged phone numbers again. It's good to have him back in my life.
You mentioned Toddy, that was a mistake. Jessie wouldn't have been.
I fucked a few chicks on the side that I've not told you about, either. Oh well, the details are lost to us both.
Your dinner was cold because you weren't home when it was cooked. You expected a free ride every night(and still do, but at least it's your Mum who has to put up with your demands now).
I explained today, to Little Son, the meaning of the word Slut. And how that's what you are calling me. He doesn't like it. He doesn't want to see you, and is calling you Josh from now on, not Daddy. These were his terms. I'll be calling your mother in the morning to tell her not to worry about Wednesday nights, or the weekends either for that matter. For the forseeable future. Because You, my Friend, don't deserve our children. But thanks for the sperm.
As for you; you deranged fuck, I've spoken to CC (that's how it's spelt) and Miss Fancy Pants (not Sahra) and they think you are a deadset fuckwit. You are in denial about what you spoke to CC about tonight, you sent me messages saying she said I was a slut and then denied it, I'll show her your demented texts tommorrow when she turns up for lunch. And Norty and hia Dad are wanting to have words with you if the shit keeps up. I'm just giving you the heads up.
And I am fuckwit, just for giving you the time of day.
Now fuck off.
It's Over.
And I don't care if I never see you again. Little Son is on my side. As is Eldest Son.
And you will be alone.
Then it was Jessie. Jeffro's mate. Or Harry is his real name. I didn't fuck him but I really Really Really Really wanted to. His dick was so much bigger than yours that I called it Perfect. And it would have been. I saw him a few weeks ago at the Exchange and we have exchanged phone numbers again. It's good to have him back in my life.
You mentioned Toddy, that was a mistake. Jessie wouldn't have been.
I fucked a few chicks on the side that I've not told you about, either. Oh well, the details are lost to us both.
Your dinner was cold because you weren't home when it was cooked. You expected a free ride every night(and still do, but at least it's your Mum who has to put up with your demands now).
I explained today, to Little Son, the meaning of the word Slut. And how that's what you are calling me. He doesn't like it. He doesn't want to see you, and is calling you Josh from now on, not Daddy. These were his terms. I'll be calling your mother in the morning to tell her not to worry about Wednesday nights, or the weekends either for that matter. For the forseeable future. Because You, my Friend, don't deserve our children. But thanks for the sperm.
As for you; you deranged fuck, I've spoken to CC (that's how it's spelt) and Miss Fancy Pants (not Sahra) and they think you are a deadset fuckwit. You are in denial about what you spoke to CC about tonight, you sent me messages saying she said I was a slut and then denied it, I'll show her your demented texts tommorrow when she turns up for lunch. And Norty and hia Dad are wanting to have words with you if the shit keeps up. I'm just giving you the heads up.
And I am fuckwit, just for giving you the time of day.
Now fuck off.
It's Over.
And I don't care if I never see you again. Little Son is on my side. As is Eldest Son.
And you will be alone.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
My Good Nature...
I hope you realise you only have visitaion rights because of my good nature.
I can take that away any minute I like; especailly when I haven't had any proper maintennane off you for months.
I have other childcare arrangements.
Don't push it. Or I'll see you in court. Again.
I can take that away any minute I like; especailly when I haven't had any proper maintennane off you for months.
I have other childcare arrangements.
Don't push it. Or I'll see you in court. Again.
Get Fucked...
'You do not own Little Son he is my child as well. This was always going to happen'
What a load of shit, hubby. You made this happen when you beat me up and gave me black eyes for a month. And that's only one of the documented times that you've hurt me. Don't hit the next person you fuck or else I'll always feel that you are unrepentant (that means not Sorry) and unrehabilitated (that means unwilling to change) about your actions.
How obscure; considering that you are.
And Little Son is My child. I gave birth to him. You were just the sperm donor. Hopeless fuck. Hopeless dad. Hopeless husband.
You can get FUCKED.
What a load of shit, hubby. You made this happen when you beat me up and gave me black eyes for a month. And that's only one of the documented times that you've hurt me. Don't hit the next person you fuck or else I'll always feel that you are unrepentant (that means not Sorry) and unrehabilitated (that means unwilling to change) about your actions.
How obscure; considering that you are.
And Little Son is My child. I gave birth to him. You were just the sperm donor. Hopeless fuck. Hopeless dad. Hopeless husband.
You can get FUCKED.
No Further Comment...
Funny that... because when you spoke to Taz last weekend and said you were going to smash him you never showed up.
Is it your good behaviour bond that's holding your gutless arse back?
Because, walking stick and all, he is waiting for your gutless arse.
Regards... and no further comment, Miss Construed.
Is it your good behaviour bond that's holding your gutless arse back?
Because, walking stick and all, he is waiting for your gutless arse.
Regards... and no further comment, Miss Construed.
Last Ditch Attempt...
I hope you meet someone new.
I will; and they are going to love me.
Unlike you, who hates me. Apparently.
Best wishes; and don't contact me again please; by email or text ...or you'll be wiped permanently with another AVO attached.
From both myself and Little Son. Remember us?
Just FUCK OFF could you?
Miss Construed
I will; and they are going to love me.
Unlike you, who hates me. Apparently.
Best wishes; and don't contact me again please; by email or text ...or you'll be wiped permanently with another AVO attached.
From both myself and Little Son. Remember us?
Just FUCK OFF could you?
Miss Construed
My Response...
And the person who really, actually cares for me is You???
Drum roll....Please....
No fucking thanks.
Fuck off. Stop messaging me.
Enjoy your sluts. I'm on Lavalife; if you'd like to see my profile. Like I told you I'm all up for meeting another Dad for Little Son. Miss Fancy Pants is setting me up with a guy for a weekend away in May when we go camping.
Little Son is coming.
Up Yours....
Drum roll....Please....
No fucking thanks.
Fuck off. Stop messaging me.
Enjoy your sluts. I'm on Lavalife; if you'd like to see my profile. Like I told you I'm all up for meeting another Dad for Little Son. Miss Fancy Pants is setting me up with a guy for a weekend away in May when we go camping.
Little Son is coming.
Up Yours....
How Would You Like This In Your Inbox...
I'm a normal person that has tyred time and time again to help out a dishonest alcoholic junky whore who gets smashed off her face and has sex with the local pub gronk traumatising her children, mother and friends that actually care for her. Even though this fuck up just expects people to make sacrifice's for her, she despises them for it.
All that these people have done was cared for this pathetic person and been shat on time and time again.
You try and keep taz quiet and hidden away because every one who actually does care and makes real sacrifice's for you keeps telling you he's a cancer.
-If you think he fits then your goal in life must be to become as pathetic as him.
when some one helps some one they are suppose to feel good about it not sad because they know their efforts waisted.
You try and put other people down,specially the ones that try to help you because you hate who you are and are to ashamed to admit it so you deny the truth and replace it with your own reality. the person you really hate for what they have become is yourself all you have to do is cut off the cancer called taz lay off the cheap box of poison and your life will turn around. don't hate the people that really care for you just because you chose to be weak.
Regards hubby
All that these people have done was cared for this pathetic person and been shat on time and time again.
You try and keep taz quiet and hidden away because every one who actually does care and makes real sacrifice's for you keeps telling you he's a cancer.
-If you think he fits then your goal in life must be to become as pathetic as him.
when some one helps some one they are suppose to feel good about it not sad because they know their efforts waisted.
You try and put other people down,specially the ones that try to help you because you hate who you are and are to ashamed to admit it so you deny the truth and replace it with your own reality. the person you really hate for what they have become is yourself all you have to do is cut off the cancer called taz lay off the cheap box of poison and your life will turn around. don't hate the people that really care for you just because you chose to be weak.
Regards hubby
Documenting...
This is my plan for the future. even though I did fuck some slut on Monday I also met a nice lady for Coffey and a chat on the Sunday just to meet. I still have six more sluts that want to have no strings attached sex in HOMETOWN and was supposed to organise to meet another this weekend but have decided not to because the lady I meet on Monday is really nice and we got on well . We had been exchanging Emails for two weeks now and yes I have been honest with her about my situation.
She is 44yrs old divorced with two children 19yr son and 6yr daughter looks after herself and is very attractive. Works at the Hospital as a Medical Administrator and own's her own house at Hometown HTS
We are going to have dinner this Saturday as well. We have talked about IF THINGS GO WELL it would be nice to raise our two youngest children together as a family.
I gave you another shot only to have the Miss Construed and Taz show again. You want to make me feel bad about little Son but why shouldn't I put all my effort into something that might have a chance and give Little Son a life he deserves or just keep jumping back on the same busted arse merry go round with you, taz and your box's of wine. I'm not trying to be nasty I'm just thinking of my future and Little Son's. You do not own Little Son he is my child as well. This was always going to happen.
--
Regards hubby
She is 44yrs old divorced with two children 19yr son and 6yr daughter looks after herself and is very attractive. Works at the Hospital as a Medical Administrator and own's her own house at Hometown HTS
We are going to have dinner this Saturday as well. We have talked about IF THINGS GO WELL it would be nice to raise our two youngest children together as a family.
I gave you another shot only to have the Miss Construed and Taz show again. You want to make me feel bad about little Son but why shouldn't I put all my effort into something that might have a chance and give Little Son a life he deserves or just keep jumping back on the same busted arse merry go round with you, taz and your box's of wine. I'm not trying to be nasty I'm just thinking of my future and Little Son's. You do not own Little Son he is my child as well. This was always going to happen.
--
Regards hubby
Hi Miss Constued
How are you mate? Are you going to get yourself on Facebook or what? Attached are 3 pics from the wedding Tony and I went to and then the others are from the weekend we spent away up in the highlands at Easter. He fell asleep and we drew on his face! ha ha.
Well, all is good here mate, I am crazy about this guy. He is the one for me mate but he doesn't know it and I don't know if I am the one for him. The way he looks at me says a lot but we are both taking it slow and I think holding back a little because we were both hurt before. I have now been seeing Tony for 4 months which has broken quite a few records because normally guys don't make it past 3 months with me! lol. I really hope this is it for me, the big one :). I just feel we have so much in common, dancing, singing, enjoying the same things, have the same sense of humour, fancy each other.
Sounds like you should really be with Taz,Miss. He really likes you, I can tell and he sounds like such a good guy. I like him. You really should move on from hubby, I think he is bad news mate. It is your life though and I know you have a lot of history but you deserve a good guy in your life.
Write soon and tell me the latest, I hope you and the boys are well and I want to hear you saying you are staying with Taz! (even though he is a Celtic fan!) ha ha.
Love ya kid. Let me know what you think of those pics. By the way... Tony knows all about you and how we met etc. I even let him read your blog on me! :)
xxx
Hey T
Thanks for the update; it's been a few days since I checked the old emails- so, sorry I'm only getting back to you now...
Love the pics; you look so happy! He may just be the one! A Sydney wedding? I'm sure I can make it!
Plenty of shit going on in my neck of the woods as usual; hubby and I are fighting again at the moment; we went out for lunch yesterday and then things went pear-shaped. I kissed him for a bit which was nice (it didn't go Too much further than that) but then he got snarky when Taz rang to see how I was (out of concern, not trying to interfere). I got scared when he was yelling accusations at me and so I left (drunk drove) and went over to Taz's house; it didn't go down too well. Today I've had a heap of abusive messages and phone calls; him calling me a slut etc.
I'm Over This Shit!!!
Hope your weekend escape to the Highlands was fun; I expect some more photos you know!
Love you; talk soon.
Miss Construed xx
PS Sorry this is a short one. I've got work in the morning; been thinking of you, though!
How are you mate? Are you going to get yourself on Facebook or what? Attached are 3 pics from the wedding Tony and I went to and then the others are from the weekend we spent away up in the highlands at Easter. He fell asleep and we drew on his face! ha ha.
Well, all is good here mate, I am crazy about this guy. He is the one for me mate but he doesn't know it and I don't know if I am the one for him. The way he looks at me says a lot but we are both taking it slow and I think holding back a little because we were both hurt before. I have now been seeing Tony for 4 months which has broken quite a few records because normally guys don't make it past 3 months with me! lol. I really hope this is it for me, the big one :). I just feel we have so much in common, dancing, singing, enjoying the same things, have the same sense of humour, fancy each other.
Sounds like you should really be with Taz,Miss. He really likes you, I can tell and he sounds like such a good guy. I like him. You really should move on from hubby, I think he is bad news mate. It is your life though and I know you have a lot of history but you deserve a good guy in your life.
Write soon and tell me the latest, I hope you and the boys are well and I want to hear you saying you are staying with Taz! (even though he is a Celtic fan!) ha ha.
Love ya kid. Let me know what you think of those pics. By the way... Tony knows all about you and how we met etc. I even let him read your blog on me! :)
xxx
Hey T
Thanks for the update; it's been a few days since I checked the old emails- so, sorry I'm only getting back to you now...
Love the pics; you look so happy! He may just be the one! A Sydney wedding? I'm sure I can make it!
Plenty of shit going on in my neck of the woods as usual; hubby and I are fighting again at the moment; we went out for lunch yesterday and then things went pear-shaped. I kissed him for a bit which was nice (it didn't go Too much further than that) but then he got snarky when Taz rang to see how I was (out of concern, not trying to interfere). I got scared when he was yelling accusations at me and so I left (drunk drove) and went over to Taz's house; it didn't go down too well. Today I've had a heap of abusive messages and phone calls; him calling me a slut etc.
I'm Over This Shit!!!
Hope your weekend escape to the Highlands was fun; I expect some more photos you know!
Love you; talk soon.
Miss Construed xx
PS Sorry this is a short one. I've got work in the morning; been thinking of you, though!
Monday, April 5, 2010
The End...
You are taz's slut of convenience not mine so dribble your sorry shit to him
I have told you 1000 times I am not interested in his and your freak show why don't you understand and why do you keep trying with me when you know what the outcome is going to be while he is still apart of you life. that fuck wit is a scumb bag piece of shit and if you can't see that then you must be the same as him
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Regards hubby
I have told you 1000 times I am not interested in his and your freak show why don't you understand and why do you keep trying with me when you know what the outcome is going to be while he is still apart of you life. that fuck wit is a scumb bag piece of shit and if you can't see that then you must be the same as him
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Regards hubby
Dumb...
"A women down the pub said I was dumb if I expected any thing different from you to blame me for not wanting to be a part of your GERRY SPRINGER show is fucked"
Of course she said you were Dumb. You fucking are, sweety.
Miss Construed
PS And it's JERRY Springer; for future reference.
Of course she said you were Dumb. You fucking are, sweety.
Miss Construed
PS And it's JERRY Springer; for future reference.
It's Getting Nasty...
Hit a nerve when I said that you had no balls, didn't I?
Funny that. You have always had an insecurity regarding your popularity and inept masculinity.
It's the first thing that you'll jump to defend; so you have nothing more to say as far as I am concerned.
Fuck whoever will fuck you. You Social Retard. You can't even hold a conversation. No wonder you have problems with relationships.
Regards
Miss Construed
Funny that. You have always had an insecurity regarding your popularity and inept masculinity.
It's the first thing that you'll jump to defend; so you have nothing more to say as far as I am concerned.
Fuck whoever will fuck you. You Social Retard. You can't even hold a conversation. No wonder you have problems with relationships.
Regards
Miss Construed
Dicktionamary...
Wrong...
Delusional is when someone does not, or can not, accept that their actions or beliefs are false. Even potentially.
And it's bad English to describe a word, using that word, as it's own definition.
Learn to speeeeel. And please use correct grammar and punctuation when corresponding with me; or don't even bother. Please. It irks me.
For example, when you wrote; "delusional is when some one firmly believes in some thing that is false comformatation is a medical term for when a person changes true facts with false ones to fit their delusions."
Do you even understood this, Dickfuck? Or did you just copy this out of the Dicktionamary?
I'm cleverer than you are, Shit For Brains.
Don't forget that.
Regards
Miss Construed...
Delusional is when someone does not, or can not, accept that their actions or beliefs are false. Even potentially.
And it's bad English to describe a word, using that word, as it's own definition.
Learn to speeeeel. And please use correct grammar and punctuation when corresponding with me; or don't even bother. Please. It irks me.
For example, when you wrote; "delusional is when some one firmly believes in some thing that is false comformatation is a medical term for when a person changes true facts with false ones to fit their delusions."
Do you even understood this, Dickfuck? Or did you just copy this out of the Dicktionamary?
I'm cleverer than you are, Shit For Brains.
Don't forget that.
Regards
Miss Construed...
Delusional...
delusional is when some one firmly believes in some thing that is false comformatation is a medical term for when a person changes true facts with false ones to fit their delusions. I Say this because you tried telling me you were leaving because you were scared of me and I was abusive. All I done was get out of your bed and go to eldest Son's and said if tas turned up to sort it out quickly and you got up packed and was set to go to tas. You tell me why would tas show up if he knew I was there. why shouldn't I be upset that he was making a pest of himself. there is something wrong with you if you think my actions were not justified or there is something else going on that you are not telling me. I can't be expected to deal with bullshit. tas caused the shit and you took it out on me I try again and again with you only to deal with shit. a women down the pub said I was dumb if I expected any thing different from you to blame me for not wanting to be a part of your GERRY SPRINGER show is fucked
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Regards hubby
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Regards hubby
To The Letter...
Your excusses are bullshit. Taz only had to phone once to check on you. so the other calls were to make shore there would be some kind of stress put between you and me. you would have to be some kind of idiot not to see that. and it worked. If that was a girl that I was fucking calling me you would have crack a shit too. I only stated to get the shits when you packed up ready to run off to see that fuck wit.
Tas is not a good friend he is a parasite and I know every one that has ever cared for you has told you to fuck him off he is no good.
--You have to be joking if you fucking that piece of shit and then come and say to me you want me. that is INSANE.
I have tried again when you were just playing stupid games. and I do have the balls I stayed at a hot lady's place last night I just thought I would give you one more shot first.
Regards hubby
Tas is not a good friend he is a parasite and I know every one that has ever cared for you has told you to fuck him off he is no good.
--You have to be joking if you fucking that piece of shit and then come and say to me you want me. that is INSANE.
I have tried again when you were just playing stupid games. and I do have the balls I stayed at a hot lady's place last night I just thought I would give you one more shot first.
Regards hubby
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The Biggest Loser...
It's Me...
I talked to Little Son about your accusations; as if he hears Taz and I have sex anyway; but I played along with your stupid game just to hear what sort of shit you have tried to fill his mind with.
Point One; he remembers that you left and went to the pub.
Point Two; he gave Taz two of his Easter eggs. Because he likes him.
I had a good day yesterday. Up to the point that you got jealous because I was talking to my friend on the phone; who only rang out of concern for me because of our history of you hitting me when things don't go your way. Then you stood at the end of my bed and yelled crap and made me scared so I left. With my jeans on inside out; which was how they were when I woke up this morning. You made me feel unsafe. In my own house. And I sat in a carpark while you rang countless times accusing me of fucking you around. I didn't go to Taz's house straight away; I gave you the benefit of the doubt. And then when I returned home I find you on our son's computer looking up some cyber-slag who you'd like to fuck but don't have the balls to.
Boo-fucking-hoo.
Yes I sucked your cock; and yes I shouldn't have. But it was nice to have you pat my head like the pet that you always wanted that you then send off to the pound when it doesn't suit you anymore. And I meant it when I said I missed you. You're like an old fucking shoe that I should throw away because even if you're comfortable you just don't fucking fit me anymore.
I only sucked one cock last night. The wrong one.
And if it makes you feel any better; know this...
I'm going to copy and paste this email and then post it on my blog. Then the Whole World can see what a loser you are.
Regards
Miss Construed
PS Thanks for lunch. I've paid you back.
I talked to Little Son about your accusations; as if he hears Taz and I have sex anyway; but I played along with your stupid game just to hear what sort of shit you have tried to fill his mind with.
Point One; he remembers that you left and went to the pub.
Point Two; he gave Taz two of his Easter eggs. Because he likes him.
I had a good day yesterday. Up to the point that you got jealous because I was talking to my friend on the phone; who only rang out of concern for me because of our history of you hitting me when things don't go your way. Then you stood at the end of my bed and yelled crap and made me scared so I left. With my jeans on inside out; which was how they were when I woke up this morning. You made me feel unsafe. In my own house. And I sat in a carpark while you rang countless times accusing me of fucking you around. I didn't go to Taz's house straight away; I gave you the benefit of the doubt. And then when I returned home I find you on our son's computer looking up some cyber-slag who you'd like to fuck but don't have the balls to.
Boo-fucking-hoo.
Yes I sucked your cock; and yes I shouldn't have. But it was nice to have you pat my head like the pet that you always wanted that you then send off to the pound when it doesn't suit you anymore. And I meant it when I said I missed you. You're like an old fucking shoe that I should throw away because even if you're comfortable you just don't fucking fit me anymore.
I only sucked one cock last night. The wrong one.
And if it makes you feel any better; know this...
I'm going to copy and paste this email and then post it on my blog. Then the Whole World can see what a loser you are.
Regards
Miss Construed
PS Thanks for lunch. I've paid you back.
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