tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44824739645640083732023-07-17T21:54:20.586-07:00Miss ConstruedThis is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.comBlogger465125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-34807382390411768602015-12-09T06:52:00.000-08:002015-12-09T06:52:05.634-08:00Dear JoeDear Joe
I hope that you read this letter entirely and at least consider what I have to say to you, for I am possibly your only true friend that you now have in your life at the moment. I even hope you share this with your ice whore Melissa. Please feel free do so. I had planned to write it with the pen you bought me from Taronga Zoo but I can't find it so I presume you have taken it back and regifted it, perhaps to Melissa, maybe to the schizophrenic sex slave Bree with her chewed up face, or even the scabby mole you were seen driving in your ute with on Beaumont Street on your way to Hamilton South ghetto that day I was walking up to work. It's a mystery I'll never solve. And I'm sad. Because I really liked that pen you gave me. It wasn't much but it meant something to me as it was the first gift you gave me.
Again, you have broken my heart and yet I will not shed a single tear. For you are not Joseph Benjamin Reckwell, the man I love, anymore. You are JBR Kurmpie. You're a meth head and dealer of ice, an insidious poison, that you might believe you have control over but I can guarantee you that you don't. And you are not above the law and it will catch up with you eventually. More worrying to me and your family and people who knew you is the fact that this drug is very quickly destroying your life.
You are a 38 year old man with six children who you have nothing to do with...please don't get this iced up bitch get pregnant with lucky number 7..the last thing you need is another child especially born to a crack head mother. I'm aware of your past drug use but don't believe this extended to ice until around July this year, when I now believe Chanelle the party girl probably asked you to score this drug and you began dealing with the scumbag family The Barkers. I guess you also started using this drug yourself around the same time because that was when your behaviour really changed and you dumped me, blaming my drinking instead of confronting your own destructive behaviours. After I begged and pleaded for six weeks you came back..different...and more than likely because Chanelle was not willing to have you move in with her and her son. I can see the pattern now and I realise how you used me. And I knew there was plenty you weren't telling me but I still hoped that I could pull you back from wherever you had gone and you would be my beautiful Joe again.
Baby, I know you were just trying to make money. To get ahead and pay your bills. But you had other options. You could have done anything else, you're a tradesman and a bloody good one at that. You could have mowed lawns like 77 year old Darcy. Instead you chose what you thought was the easy option and now are more behind than ever before. You're in a downward spiral and headed for nowhere except a world of pain.
I can see that Melissa is your enabler. She won't try and help you out of this because she is a drug fucked user herself. Like her scumbag ex Derek Shelton, whose latest Facebook profile picture looks nothing like the fat-fucker whose picture he sent me while I tried to negotiate with him for over a week to buy back your stolen phone. He's now a drug-fucked scary looking junkie skeleton. In fact the picture Derek sent me of Melissa doesn't look like her anymore either..I guess that is why Dereks parents have her children and she doesn't..and why you really shouldn't be driving around with her little girl while you are under the influence of drugs. Would you do that with any of your five daughters?? Or encourage it? I highly doubt it. You should be ashamed the both of you. Neither do you resemble any of the happy healthy pictures I have of you anymore. Ice has done this to all of you in a very very short space of time.
The second last time I saw you was the day after Derek had stolen your phone. I asked you and Melissa straight out if you were sleeping together and you both blatantly lied to my face and said you were just helping her out. You promised me that you would come and see me that night. And then you kissed me goodbye. When I drove up to Tarro that night I was hoping more than anything that your ute would not be there but it was. You chose her over me that night because you are both hooked on drugs..not because you care for each other. You wear a bracelet in support of white ribbon day. Yet the man who put his hands on me that Wednesday night when your slut had me arrested was not you. I am 58 kilos and no match for a man fuelled by ice. I am still in pain three weeks later from when you knowingly crushed my ribs and sternum as you tried to force me into my car. I had many bruises on my forearms and legs which I took pictures of, needed two days off work to recover, and could not hide it from my family, workmates or friends. So I have told them the truth. All of it. And to absolutely Everybody. Even all the shopkeepers of Lambton. I've made facebook statuses with Derek as my anti-drug campaign poster boy.You can hate me for that that but that's ok. You told me I would lose you if I spoke about your drug dealing to anyone but I've already lost what was important to me anyway. You. And I told you I would do absolutely anything to get you away from this life and I don't lie because I don't need to. In hindsight it makes me wonder what you had done to your ex Kate that she would smash a plate into your ear if I could be so angry at you that I tried kicking down a door, stabbing Melissa's glass out of the window with my car key, and then attempting to break the window of your ute. It's a shame I wasn't any stronger or I would have succeeded.
You have lied to and manipulated my feelings towards you for the last six months. This time last year you were busy working at the butcher shop with Shaun sorting ham orders. I have never been happier or more in love. Your drug taking has literally destroyed my happiness and I am truly devastated. I thought we had a future together as that was what you led me to believe and all that I hoped for.
I have thought all along that you were the one who pranged my car twice, but didn't see the point in raising your ire at the suggestion. I believe it was also you who tore the lining on the drivers side door of my car obviously to stash drugs as you and Nev Barker were using it to transport drugs around. I have a massive suspicion that whoever paid for your flight to Qld also paid you to drive drugs back over the border in what I also suspect was originally a stolen ute before it got blue slipped by some shifty drug fucker, and that you had to be in Qld for four days waiting for the drugs to be delivered. Again I said nothing. Just hoped against hope I was wrong.
The life you are leading is not sustainable. It will eventually fall down around you in a big pile of shit. When it does, and it will, I really hope you decide to make a better life for yourself;please just drive Melissa Rotten Box home once and for all to get on with her junkie life...and don't look back. I had Joe at his best..even if the scag slut gets the rest. Then get help for yourself; because you are worth it sweetie. You know where I live and I'm not going anywhere. I don't want a relationship with Junkie Joe, but I am here for you Baby. And when you are ready to ask for my help I will still be there because I will love and care for you like I said. I promised you I would never leave you and I haven't. I won't. I'm still here. And I intend on keeping that promise to you x
Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-77525738925705743572011-09-15T04:41:00.000-07:002011-09-15T04:44:54.745-07:00Watch This Space...It's been a while People...<br /><br />I'm typing this on my iPhone. <br /><br />Lots of shit has happened. <br /><br />Watch this space...Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-18382491819074360122010-10-24T04:15:00.001-07:002010-10-24T04:27:38.681-07:00To Whom This Might Concern...Hey to You All..<br /><br />I've been slack, very, at blogging of late.<br /><br />Call it the five jobs I have. Call it laziness. Either way I miss all three of you Staunch readers who I've given nothing in return lately for your readership.<br /><br />Much has been going on...hubby continues to give me grief. I must change me private phone number again. I've just eaten a bowl of soup that Taz made for me. I didn't realise the boy could cook. I'm a Milk Maid and am covered in bruises.<br /><br />Kids are well the eldest is almost done with his HSC exams. Little Son has improved in leaps and bounds and is getting his first Principal's award next Tuesday. Happy Mum.<br /><br />Hope you are all well Guys.<br /><br />Miss Construed xMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-2701793963090857272010-09-29T11:43:00.000-07:002010-09-29T11:46:52.280-07:00Cunts...Cunts may well be useful...<br /><br />But only if you have one.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-90014916785915316822010-09-28T06:32:00.000-07:002010-09-28T09:21:24.924-07:00Paper Work...I had the following argument about the Institution of Marriage...<br /><br />(Disclaimer: Please take into account that although I have never been married I was in a de facto relationship which went for 18 years...maybe this is significant when considering the outcome of Said argument...)<br /><br />I remember asking Taz if he would like me to cook him a sausage...sure it's nothing fancy but it's all I had to offer. He could have been a magnaminous Prick and just eaten it...but no. This man is his own breed.<br /><br />Fast forward...yelling and pointing of fingers...called me a Cunt and drunken bitch...and it turns out that marriage is Nothing but a PIECE OF FUCKING PAPER that exists between two individuals until one of them tenders a divorce. <br /><br />And Guess What?<br /><br />His 7 year marriage to a red-headed slut who fucked his best friend is as invalid now as my 18 year defacto relationship with my ex-hubby is. <br /><br />(NB Please note the significance of using lower case letters when alluding to the Slut that She IS. I demoted her out of Feminine Reasoning..being that if I don't know her... then I will rarely give her the Benefit of The Feminine Doubt...)<br /><br />The only difference...Paperwork.<br /><br />And Yes... I felt married. <br /><br />Because I fucking was.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-32230784159333678292010-07-13T07:23:00.000-07:002010-07-13T07:26:57.881-07:00The Chosen One...So....<br /><br />I'm sitting around..waiting for You All to post...<br /><br />And then I realised...I'm as hopeless as You are...<br /><br />Please.<br /><br />Let Me Back In to your lives People...<br /><br />I'm the Chosen One.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-38647176038174494072010-06-18T07:34:00.000-07:002010-06-18T07:58:00.142-07:00This Is Why I Do This...What or Who is Miss Construed?<br /><br />Miss Construed is the anonymous online personal diary and homepage of rn_buffoon; that’s Me. A 36 year old Seperated mother of two…noticed how Seperated is spelt with a capital letter. That's because it Used to be important.<br /><br />But this blog ain’t about Them. Or him. hubby.<br /><br />It’s all about Me Myself and Eye…<br /><br />What do I do for a Blogliving?<br /><br />I am a part-time cleaner at a hotel…<br /><br />Even though I have a university degree.<br /><br />I majored in English and Philosophy and have written two memoirs about Myself called ‘A Flea’s Small World’ and ‘Thoghuts’.<br /><br />If they hadn’t been rejected for publication maybe I wouldn’t be a hotel cleaner!<br /><br />One day I'm going to send the Psychiatriast Guy a copy because he inspired me to write it.<br /><br />So much Negativity...<br /><br />Why did Eye start blogging?<br /><br />To chronicle my Life as evidence for the (T)ruth. With a silent T. Only those that truly know me will recognise the true reality about that statement. <br /><br />And it might come in handy as evidence one day...<br />Sound like You?<br /><br />How long a day do you spend blogging?<br /><br />Only a few hours per week currently- I’m a busy working Mum remember! I have three jobs currently. You need to work if your Ex doesn't.<br /><br />Why subscribe to my blog?<br /><br />Because it’s a true and disturbingly honest account of my Life…<br /><br />And because there are absolutely no holds barred.<br /><br />Even when I am scared...<br /><br />Nothing is sacred!<br /><br />I give you my heart.<br /><br />What advice to I give to other Bloggers?<br /><br />Write from from your heart about the things in you life that you are most passionate about. Be honest with Yourself first. <br /><br />And...<br /><br />Stay True.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-64472667525453249722010-05-31T07:43:00.000-07:002010-05-31T07:45:47.018-07:00The Price Of A Loaf Of Bread...Nastiness..gets you nowhere, hubby. Surely your shrink has told you this.<br /><br />I love you. And You love me. I'm your special. Your soul mate. Your continued interest in me, the writing of emails and texts etc, tells me so. You aren't over me, by a long shot. The mother of your two children who you supposedly loved and adored and bashed. And I could have you back. All I have to do is tell you.<br /><br />You're the one who has told me that you can't say no to me. I'm not being deceitful. If anything, the admissions I have made to you only make me more honest and trustworthy.<br /><br />You'd like me more..when your cock is in a man's mouth. Or the other way around. Because I think that you are.... honestly... gay. No offence.<br /><br />There hasn't been any sex parties; and you're manipulation won't work because your fantasies can't make me jealous.<br /><br />How about you cut to the chase and admit it...you'd love your old life back. No dole queue, no mother or creepy sister to harass you...what you and I had was my life. I loved you. You deranged fuck.<br /><br />More to the point...as you have told the CSA that you have already paid me $900 advance in maintenance; I have prepared a shopping list...<br /><br />On your dole day (ie every fortnight), you can buy for Little Son<br /><br />Cheese and biscuits (six pack)<br />K-Time Twists (Strawberry/Blueberry)<br />Banana's<br />Pink Quik<br />12 pack Sliced Cheese(I still have a<br />broken wrist remember)<br />Loaf of Bread<br />$4.50 (in an envelope) for his Monday lunch order<br /><br />That's about $20 worth. I'm sure you'd agree he's worth it. It won't keep a roof over his head, but it's a start.<br /><br />You can have your mum deliver it on Friday's... when she picks him up. If not... don't bother trying to collect him. He won't be here..<br /><br />Love you hubby...really x<br /><br />Miss ConstruedMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-53568612999605295292010-05-30T06:36:00.001-07:002010-05-30T06:36:52.295-07:00Why I Stayed...I stayed... because I loved you and wanted to work things out.<br /><br />Simple, really.<br /><br />It makes it easier, moving on, knowing you never felt the same in return.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-21626630389295900282010-05-30T06:16:00.000-07:002010-05-30T06:20:07.068-07:00Regards...Again....Have you ever considered what it must feel like for Little Son to have a grubby little piece of shit like taz come and go into his house tease and torment him and kick him in the arse boss him around telling him to go outside and then for you to take that fuckwits side and pretend it's all ok. You're Little Son's mother and it's your responsibility to provide him with a safe and comfortable environment. That house is his home and supposed to be a sanctuary. You have failed him there as a mother as well. He said he doesn't speak up because you get cranky at him and send him to his room. That leach taz is just a visitor he does not contribute with any expenses and has no authority over Little Son he should respect the fact that that is his home and he is a visitor and behave appropriately. Little Son does not like taz. He is just a kid and has to try and fit in with his environment. The one you have provided. I don't ask him about what goes on over there I don't want to know it only annoys me. He comes straight out and tells me thinking that there is something I can do. I am his father and I have a interest in his welfare. Little Son wishes taz would die he hates it when taz comes over to get drunk with his mother he hates it when taz blows yucky smoke in his face and he hates it when his mother kisses ugly old taz. He doesn't just say this to me he will say it to my mother as well. Like when he told grandma J "I wish taz got run over by a car when he fell over drunk on the road, pissy taz" and I wasn't there so Little Son wasn't trying to impress me.<br /> You are a disgrace as a mother you live in a fantasy world that you have created for your own piece of mind and taz is nothing but a scabby piece of dog shit.<br />I regret every moment I have spent with you and am ashamed to know you. It's nothing short of embarrassing for me when people find out that we have children together. <br />-- <br />Regards hubbyMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-74469945514330473902010-05-30T06:01:00.000-07:002010-05-30T06:33:35.009-07:00Joshua James...Or... we could just substitute your name into the equation...<br /><br />"(Hubby) is just a visitor he does not contribute with any expenses and has no authority over Little Son he should respect the fact that that is Little Son's home and he is a visitor and behave appropriately.<br /><br />So could have you when you visited my safe sanctuary. And then I wouldn't have had to take out that AVO against you. And as you no longer have to pay me any maintenance, even though the last money you gave me was a GIFT and because you said you'd feel guilty if you hadn't helped me out when you had thousands of dollars and are living rent free and without expenses...then I say Who the Fuck cares about your dilemma?<br /><br />"Little Son said he doesn't speak up because you get cranky at him and send him to his room." I thought you said you didn't ask him about Taz????<br /><br />"He hates it when his mother kisses ugly old taz" ??? Little Son has never seen this happen. Because it doesn't happen. You and your grand delusions.<br /><br /><br />"I regret every moment I have spent with you and am ashamed to know you.It's nothing short of embarrassing for me when people find out that we have children together."...<br /><br />And what People would that be?? People that haven't known me for at least the last 9 years? Most people we both know already KNOW that we have children together, so it can hardly be a talking point that you are embarrassed about. Are you talking about your cyberslags? Here's a hint...don't mention your ex when you are trying to pick up. It only turns people away. Trust me. I'm looking.<br /><br />And Actually, Nothing is as embarrassing as when I have to tell people that not only did you not want me to have our children, but that you wanted me to abort them both. Nothing is more embarrassing than telling people that you made me drive you to play cricket on the beach when I was in labour with Little Son because you didn't want to miss out on Your Fun. Nothing is more embarrassing to admit that you stayed with a man who hit because you loved him even though he didn't know how to handle his emotions or apologise for his actions. And if you doubt what I'm saying then ask your brother B and find out Exactly what he did to you that made you hit him with a cricket bat.<br /><br />Or did you just see red and go apeshit on him because he was more popular than you, too?<br /><br />You are/were a neglectful "husband" and "father", you are abusive and always will be; I'm glad you enjoyed your weekend with Little Son, because now that it's over I won't feel so bad telling your Mum next week that Little Son is staying home with me. All weekend. Until they get back from overseas. Not that you'll care; go fuck your sluts and make a new baby. Then you can tell her to get rid of it too.<br /><br />You should learn from your mistakes.<br /><br />On the 4th of April we kissed each other and I let you into my bed. Five weeks ago you took me shopping with my broken wrist and bought me lunch.<br /><br />I don't know who you are Joshua James. Then again, I probably never did.<br /><br />Faker.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-43242873900440550262010-05-11T06:39:00.000-07:002010-05-11T06:40:06.152-07:00An Afterthought..."Paranoia jealousies fear and anger" ???? <br /><br />You actually think I feel these things?<br /><br />Sounds like You have an anxiety problem; and that you are trying to transfer this on to me. When I have never felt any of these things. Ever. Except, perhaps, those times when you've assaulted me. It's on your permanent record, even if you weren't convicted. Thanks to me.<br /><br />You're talking about yourself. Trust me. I did Psychology 101. You haven't.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-85050489412535253362010-05-11T06:29:00.000-07:002010-05-11T06:31:23.532-07:00Message From A Fuckwit...I'm not jealous of Twink he gets shit messages because he is full of shit too. I don't drink alone at the pub and I do quite fine with getting myself a fuck when ever I want. I didn't have a life with you because you were dishonest and betrayed my trust over and over again. then you would place all your paranoia jealousies fear and anger onto me. you're a complete fuckwit if you believe any of the shit you conger up just to hide your guilt. when people found out you were fucking taz their opinion of you fell. I can't see why Miss Fancy Pants would be any different. your waisting your time trying to tell me bullshit I lived through seen and experienced all your crap and everyone I talk to agrees with me that there is something seriously wrong with you. and taz is all the proof anyone ever needed you would have to be a absolute idiot to think he is anything but a slimy piece of dog shit.<br /><br />-- <br />Regards hubbyMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-41032552551369169272010-05-11T06:26:00.000-07:002010-05-11T06:28:28.030-07:00Message To Poofboy...What was on SBS that you wanted me to watch? A show about anxiety? Funny...it reminds me (and I'm checking my text messages) of the 11th November 2009 at 10.21am when you messaged me saying (and I quote)"I need help can you call me". Which I did. And then the police came, sirens blaring, and found you (probably snivelling in the foetal position under your mum's bed)and took you to the Round House to be assessed.<br /><br />You don't have a life with me BECAUSE I DUMPED YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE A WOMAN BASHER.<br /><br />I have my eye on someone down at the pub; you know who he is(and it's neither Twink or Bowes).<br /><br />And the email I showed you...was from a 33 year old chick. You've turned me off men. You are all selfish cunts.. And Taz is, and always will be, a gentleman and my mate. You are just too jealous to understand that. Maybe one day you will sit next to him at the pub and have a beer with him. Like you did with Kiwi on Friday night; someone else who you said you were going to smash. Gunna. That's you Sweetie.<br /><br />Got the hint yet, WOMANBASHER??<br /><br /> A Sorry would help your sorry cause.<br /><br />REGARDS POOFBOY.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-18254405448943990382010-05-10T07:16:00.000-07:002010-05-10T07:17:33.239-07:00Regards Hubby...No one has told you to fuck me off. That is because you don't have me. I'm only civil too you because your my children's mother. Other than that my opinion of you is the same as every one else. You're a dishonest alcoholic slut who chooses to feed and fuck a slimy piece of shit who is also a lieing drunk coward. You have no integrity any more you chose to be just like taz. Stop pretending that your life is anything other than what it really is.<br /><br />-- <br />Regards hubbyMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-16008928321493059882010-05-10T07:14:00.000-07:002010-05-10T07:16:13.355-07:00By The Way...By the way; while you were sleeping on Bowes's couch he was asleep in my bed. And Twink was on the couch. Yep.They hate me. And they really think highly of you. Not. You can think I'm a slut; like you said; because You don't have me. I dumped you. Two years ago almost. And I can do what I like. Must be hard to lose control.<br /><br />Thanks for the spinach triangle...and I'm only civil to you because sometimes I feel sorry for your sad arse. Now be nice to your mum. Because otherwise she'll kick you out too.<br /><br />REGARDS.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-84150214969217863172010-05-06T03:51:00.000-07:002010-05-06T03:53:15.997-07:00I'll Be Okay...Own your own actions, hubby.<br /><br />You made threats you were sending henchmen around, to your child's house,to fuck Taz off. You pretended in your delusion, that you were sitting on my roof, as a form of intimidation. You've said you've already paid someone to do the job and that it's a Done Deal.<br /><br />If that's not fucked up then I don't know what is.<br /><br />The only person people tell me to get out of my life...is You.<br /><br />I don't see the point in trying to be friends. <br /><br />Thanks for your lack of concern. <br /><br />I'll be okay.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-48958870772140822332010-05-06T03:38:00.000-07:002010-05-06T03:41:24.127-07:00I'm Starting To Get The Shits....Taz just didn't phone and say hi and when will you be home there was more to that conversation. He then rang my phone and started yelling abuse and trying to get me to come up and cause a scene so he could get you to call the police and start a hole bunch of shit. I'm tired of his smart mouth being shot off to every one specially Little Son when every one knows he is to scared to come within arms reach of me. He is the biggest lying piece of scum in Pubtown and not only do you feed and fuck him you defend him as well. If you choose to condone that fuckwit you have to wear all the bullshit that comes with him. The fact that you're "friends" with him has cost you dignity. He is not a good bloke and never has been he is a lier and a sponge and you are his only friend and he only pretends to be yours so he can benefit from you. I know every one has told you to fuck him off so why don't you listen to reason.<br /><br />Regards hubbyMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-54347576312732422332010-05-02T07:07:00.000-07:002010-05-02T07:08:57.973-07:00You Twat...It's me...<br /><br />I thought we were having an okay afternoon down at the pub; then Taz called me and so you got on your I'm A Fuckwit horse.<br /><br />I am sick of being intimidated by you; and if you don't think you have been then get the fuck off my roof. Weirdo.<br /><br />What makes bloke's tick? Neither you or Taz want a relationship with me and yet it seems you both think it's within your rights to try and control my life.<br /><br />I spoke to Twink for 40 minutes tonight; he seems to think that you still love me; I say its a control factor. You gave me money for rent and food because I can't work at the moment and so everything I have worked for and done for myself in the last 18 months means nothing as I now owe you some sort of favour.<br /><br />I've already thanked you; and all you could say was that you would've felt guilty if you hadn't helped me out. Please don't help me again. I don't like being held to emotional ransom.<br /><br />I loved you, you Twat, more than anything.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-77807393285422540622010-04-28T09:06:00.000-07:002010-04-28T09:10:53.946-07:00More Crap...And I Have A Broken Wrist To Deal WithYou'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.<br /> <br />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<br /><br />-- <br />Regards hubbyMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-86638323767856684102010-04-22T05:56:00.000-07:002010-04-22T05:57:56.672-07:00Will 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.<br /><br />-- <br />Regards hubbyMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-13048155588641957672010-04-20T08:05:00.000-07:002010-04-20T08:07:52.788-07:00Being Nasty...And by the way; your idea of good sex is holding someone down while you jam your fingers up their unwilling arse.<br /><br />That's YOU, sunshine.<br /><br />Fuck OFF...And go crazy with that piece of meat. She/ He will come to understand your gayboy tendencies eventually. Or not.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Regards Miss Construed xMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-56989632366497992632010-04-20T07:55:00.001-07:002010-04-20T07:55:48.839-07:00He Says...You 're just angry because I'm getting good sex and all you have is a dero.Miss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-62015545433334911992010-04-20T07:52:00.000-07:002010-04-20T07:54:13.770-07:00Regards...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?<br /><br />Your Dad probably has spycam on you.<br /><br />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...)<br /><br />I reiterate; fuck off hubby. You are a selfish man. And lover. Three minutes. Tops. Whoopee...<br /><br />Regards Miss ConstruedMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482473964564008373.post-58116538076083868302010-04-19T21:20:00.000-07:002010-04-19T21:24:11.896-07:00I 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. <br /> 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. <br />-- 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. <br />Regards hubbyMiss Construed...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769739542200357809noreply@blogger.com0