The Chosen One...

So....

I'm sitting around..waiting for You All to post...

And then I realised...I'm as hopeless as You are...

Please.

Let Me Back In to your lives People...

I'm the Chosen One.

This Is Why I Do This...

What or Who is Miss Construed?

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.

But this blog ain’t about Them. Or him. hubby.

It’s all about Me Myself and Eye…

What do I do for a Blogliving?

I am a part-time cleaner at a hotel…

Even though I have a university degree.

I majored in English and Philosophy and have written two memoirs about Myself called ‘A Flea’s Small World’ and ‘Thoghuts’.

If they hadn’t been rejected for publication maybe I wouldn’t be a hotel cleaner!

One day I'm going to send the Psychiatriast Guy a copy because he inspired me to write it.

So much Negativity...

Why did Eye start blogging?

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.

And it might come in handy as evidence one day...
Sound like You?

How long a day do you spend blogging?

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.

Why subscribe to my blog?

Because it’s a true and disturbingly honest account of my Life…

And because there are absolutely no holds barred.

Even when I am scared...

Nothing is sacred!

I give you my heart.

What advice to I give to other Bloggers?

Write from from your heart about the things in you life that you are most passionate about. Be honest with Yourself first.

And...

Stay True.

The Price Of A Loaf Of Bread...

Nastiness..gets you nowhere, hubby. Surely your shrink has told you this.

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.

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.

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.

There hasn't been any sex parties; and you're manipulation won't work because your fantasies can't make me jealous.

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.

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...

On your dole day (ie every fortnight), you can buy for Little Son

Cheese and biscuits (six pack)
K-Time Twists (Strawberry/Blueberry)
Banana's
Pink Quik
12 pack Sliced Cheese(I still have a
broken wrist remember)
Loaf of Bread
$4.50 (in an envelope) for his Monday lunch order

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.

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..

Love you hubby...really x

Miss Construed

Why I Stayed...

I stayed... because I loved you and wanted to work things out.

Simple, really.

It makes it easier, moving on, knowing you never felt the same in return.

Regards...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.
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.
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.
--
Regards hubby

Joshua James...

Or... we could just substitute your name into the equation...

"(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.

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?

"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????

"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.


"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."...

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.

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.

Or did you just see red and go apeshit on him because he was more popular than you, too?

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.

You should learn from your mistakes.

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.

I don't know who you are Joshua James. Then again, I probably never did.

Faker.

An Afterthought...

"Paranoia jealousies fear and anger" ????

You actually think I feel these things?

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.

You're talking about yourself. Trust me. I did Psychology 101. You haven't.