Sunday, March 28, 2010

The Truth...

This post...

Is..

Not...

Quite Far...

Away.

Enough.

From...

Drum roll; please...

The Truth.

One Away...

This post is only One Away...

From the Truth.

Tell Me Again...

I cooked you a steak sandwich for dinner...

And sucked your cock for Breakfast;

Because you asked so nicely.

So why am I a Queer Bitch?

Tell me again What I get from you?

I'll tell You All...What I get.

Abuse.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

If You Loved Me...

"If you loved me then you wouldn't love someone else?"

If you loved Me...

You'd say sorry.

Don't say you're too busy; you're fanatical and obsessed.

And Piss Off if you don't care.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Regards...

I couldn't be bothered to read all that shit. I know what I have seen and been told by countless people. As far as slimebag Tas that was the first thing the relation ship counselor said was a bad idea. Big and Little Son have both mentioned your antics with pissy dero Tas. I was trying to curb a life style that was spiralling out of control.
I have no more time or energy to discuss our past relationship and not interested in starting a new one.

--
Regards hubby
I know you hate reading long things so I'll keep this short...

Miss Fancy Pants and her partner have offered to rent me a house that he owns across the road. It would be cheaper rent than here and the dog can live there too. He has indicated that he'll give me a job in the office. Schools are close and MFP reckons the area is awesome.

I guess you might wonder where Tas was on the weekend; well he was in Qld visiting his kids. He'll be moving there within the next 6-12 months. So there is nothing stopping me from making a change for myself; especially when you aren't interested in a relationship with me.

I think I'll take her up on her offer; she said the house will remain empty until I decide if I want it.

Meet someone new and make a new family.

This one's gone.

Miss Construed x

The Bad News...

The Bad News is...

I don't think I should love him anymore.

The Problem is...

I think that I do.

I Must...