Sex and farting...are any of you married to my first husband? He was fucking disgusting. He imposed his bodily functions on anyone and everyone, anytime, any where, and if it wasn't found hysterically funny, it was because his audience were miserable bastards.
He constantly bullied me into sex, I felt like a blow up doll. There is a suggestion/ joking at the time, that he laced my drinks with rohypnol. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.. He is/was an abusive bastard.
It's only now that I can see just how abusive he was. Sexually, financially, verbally, emotionally. And how my childhood conditioned me to accept it.
He was a freak sexually, I 'm sure he saw prostitutes....he was addicted to porn, bought all kinds of "equipment" that I had no interest in. He said that he wanted to "eat my shit"
He always wanted to look at mine and ds's poos. We were not allowed to close the bathroom door when we went to the loo. He was obsessed with poo and pooing.
Took a long time to use the bathroom without anxiety after we split.
By the time we split up, I couldn't stand the sight of him, and certainly not the smell of him. The thought of him makes me feel physically sick. How I pity his current wife.
God he was revolting. BLEUGH, BLEUGH, BLEUGH.