Up super early, stripped all the beds (XP managed to sleep in two different ones, neither of them mine, need to remove all trace of his effluence from the house) supermarket, bought fab blue elephant bean-filled 'cuddle-chum' for £3 in sainsburys and nice pizza and rice pudding from waitrose for this evening. Absolutely relieved the ex has gone. Hoorah! dS2 & DD come back from their grandparents today as well. :-)
Bit annoyed at Dumbledore, we'd been getting on famously, I was wading through his OKC answers and while we are ridiculously compatible in just about absolutely everything...he won't date someone with genital herpes
I manage to unearth someone with (almost) the same principles and outlook as me, he likes the tattoos. He knows I have kids and it doesn't seem to phase him, he's just out of a relationship, so isn't looking for anything heavy...and then at the last hurdle, my prick of an ex fucking around on me with skank-ho and giving me herpes is the equivalent of a 'Britains got Talent' big fat red button of doom. This isn't fair. We're not in the flirty zone yet, it might be that there isn't a real- life spark etc (he might have an annoying voice) but I feel really invalid. It's like all the other fab things about me don't exist because twat-face fucked around on me.
