Cunts may well be useful...
But only if you have one.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Paper Work...
I had the following argument about the Institution of Marriage...
(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...)
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.
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.
And Guess What?
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.
(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...)
The only difference...Paperwork.
And Yes... I felt married.
Because I fucking was.
(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...)
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.
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.
And Guess What?
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.
(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...)
The only difference...Paperwork.
And Yes... I felt married.
Because I fucking was.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, June 18, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, May 31, 2010
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
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
Sunday, May 30, 2010
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.
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
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
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