He was as bad a H as you could get.
Among other things he lived a secret life for 15 years and gave me an STI gaslighting me into believing it was my fault.
‘Don’t forget JohnTorruro you were a right slag in the noughties!’ Is what he said.
I didn’t crush up a load of fresh chillis and rub the gusset stitching of all his freshly laundered underpants when he came home from a weekend of visiting sex workers just before I packed up and left him . Nope I didn’t.
Is there anything you didn’t do but wish you had?
All lighthearted banter of course..